One of those days when my emotions have been on my sleeve and haven’t been able to be shoved back in. It was a long day a work. Struggling kids, struggling adults, torn up classroom (literally, desks flying, electric pencil sharpeners smashing), no time to work out until Friday due to work, forward then back then back again. As I left work, I pulled my phone out and began to dial HWMNBN. Didn’t even realize what I was doing, then stopped in shock. For the brief moment, not sure if was because I was tired, because of all the drama with the kids and my impatience with certain staff, or what it was, but somehow my psyche erased the last eighteen months and somehow thought I was going home to him, that I was calling him to talk about how his day was and what he wanted for dinner. I felt somewhat betrayed by my hands, and was so thankful they hadn’t completed their action. How the hell would I have explained that call? Of course, the last eighteen months rushed back in a flood. Yeah, that was fun.
You know, there were a few other things I wanted to say, but the tears are here, I’m tired and worn out. Let’s not go further—just go to couch with the pups, read, and fall asleep to Food Network.
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