By midnight, we were on the road..somewhat. Despite GPS’s help I didn’t know which road in Fresno I was on – the last time I’d been at Fresno State was for my teaching credential and that had been 7 year before. Soon enough, we ended up on Highway 99. I love being sober. I LOVE getting out of the concert and not being like dude-guy I spotted, head against the railing because of too much whatever. I LOVE not being loaded chic at the Sacramento show who “wanted to cry” because she loved my earrings so much. I’m alert , I’m ready to drive home – even after waking at 5 in the morning, I was looking forward to the drive(I miss road-tripping).
Which I managed before the estimated arrival time of 2:37 ( it was 2:36). Just after 3, I turned my light off…and within minutes, it seems, had to turn it back on. I am still not enjoying coffee as I once used to , but I can tell you I slurped on that stuff like a kid does a Slurpee on a hot summer’s day. Maggie had slept in the car, so she was ok. Ethan, my little angel, who had turned in around 11? It was like waking the dead.
In a zombie-like state, I headed to work after dropping the kids off. Honestly, I was okay at this point, yet knew I’d start to fade quickly. Group supervision was a stretch for me, I could barely use the correct words to make up a sentence much less create a treatment goal. I headed home to nap as I had a four-hour break before my next client. Bed never felt so good.
Back at work, a colleague and I enjoyed talking about favorite things: sarcasm and food, and before too long, my last client showed up.
At home, Maggie agreed to cook if Ethan and I cleaned. Deal. There is little I enjoy more than spending time with my kids when we can simply relax and be. Dinner provides this. I understand life gets hectic yet sitting with each other results in laughter and ease. Someday we might get the bus back and then I’m up for a family weekend trip somewhere. As this early-morning reminded me, I miss our adventures together.
Pictures: LB – La Bodega is everywhere; This morning’s Wicked Tree.
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