Wednesday, August 20, 2008
I'm Tellin' You
I can't take this girl moving out ONE MORE TIME. She's ripping my heart out.
And these two? They already did.
How much of this coming and going can my old heart take?
When I was a young mother with four kids around me every moment with the chaos and the laundry and the meals and the lessons and the crying and the laughing and the ten thousandth viewing of Lady And The Tramp, I just thought I'd die if I didn't get some peace and quiet. Some time to myself.
And guess what?
That's not how it works.
That's not how it works at all.
Because all that chaos and cooking and mess and washing and worry and coming and going and work and noise- that was life.
The only one I've known for over thirty years.
I think it might be the quiet that kills me and wouldn't that just be ridiculous? Wouldn't that just be the way?
I need to find a new way. A new dance, a new reason to get up and get on with it.
And it's a struggle.
I feel like I'm going through another birth process.
Uh, Nurse, can I get my epidural now?