From Friday Snoopy Happy Dance to Monday lemons over here on my side of the grass is not greener cliche fence. For the life of me, I cannot seem to make my usual lemonade from the sour fruits of my morning. It is already 3:30pm and I haven’t written to YOU. Come on, Ce. Perk up.
Everywhere I turned today for comfort, dished out messages that I could only hear as, “It’s your fault.” Your children are being this way because of YOU. Well, no kidding Sherlock! No freaking kidding!
All I wanted was for someone who loves me to say, “Wow, it IS so hard, and it has been a long 15 years, and you are doing your best, and I can see that, and hang on, and it will all be okay, because YOU are okay.” I did get two hugs in the end. That mattered, because love matters.
Yep, I’m feeling a little pathetic, and that’s it. Lemon without the “aid.”