Waking up with my face on the keyboard again...
Groaning at the stiffness in my back,
I slowly get up.
Its dark.
What time...?
Midnight???
Are the boys...?
I check them, they are all sleeping.
I notice all the bath/bedtime debris scattered about
Oh... Ooops...
In the bathroom, the cold water on the floor seeps into my socks
Aaaaaarrrgghhhhh!
Have I mentioned how much I HATE WET SOCKS??!!
There is movement downstairs
Fat dog noisily tiptoes back to her bed so I wont know shes been sleeping on the bottom step again..
A place she has been every night since my husband left
My beautiful girl
Shit... Did I feed her?!
The evenings events slowly replay
Yes, yes I did... Phew!!
I feel like a fraud.
I'm good at pretending I'm keeping it together
Really, I'm just papering the cracks
Sunday is realization day
Yes!! I made it through another week!!
Elated
Oh.. But another week starts tomorrow
Dispair
Oh well,
Here we go again then....
I'm sorry to hear you are struggling. Your mumbles make fantastic prose. Thankyou for sharing such moving but difficult times. I hope writing helps you to heal. Thanks for linking up to #WednesdayWords
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