I miss her/him.
I had a busy day of house stuff. The stuff around here was piling up, and I had to move to spin a different plate, to keep them all from falling.
Balance. So hard to achieve with so many things on the go.
I could use a hand and a hug.
My kids and I were sitting around the table having dinner tonight and they felt the need to tell me how much better Dad is.
“He plays with us!” My daughter said accusingly. “You just work all the time.”
“Yeah, Dad plays soccer with me.” middle son says, jumping in.
I had been mowing the lawn and cleaning the gutters today.
I need to figure out how to rescue myself.
And now I need to pull some energy from somewhere and work out. 1 hour of leg work. Holy fuck, I don’t want to.
I better go get changed. Fuck.