March 13, 2017

Last night was a beautiful reminder of why I have so much fun with my kids. Ethan choking on the birthday candle (he was shooting it from a straw and accidentally inhaled), he and Maggie remembering a Sponge Bob episode on just such an event, going into a CVS to get my citrus cough drops and surreptitiously sneaking birthday cards and a phone charger gift for Ethan, going the wrong way on a one-way street, and listening to Lionel Richie(my choice), Drexys Midnight Runners (Maggie’s Choice) and Run DMC (Ethan’s choice) and looking forward to our bus road-trip.

I cried harder than I have in a long, long time. Why? Because as we went in to wake Ethan up this morning, Maggie decided to play “15” by Taylor Swift and I came undone. I know. There are so many things wrong with this picture.

Dropped my kids off at school then headed to work. This is a good place to work for Monday mornings. I’ve been realizing as of late, that my reality with work is much different than the reality is most people encounter on a day-to-day basis. My days are filled with some of the most gut-wrenching, horrific stories and to those of us who work here, this is our normal.

The realtor was coming to the house at five to look around and see what needed to be repaired to get the house ready to show. She was a really sweet woman. Meanwhile I continue to try to pack things. I’ve become really successful  in ridding myself of clothing, but other things? 18 books (so difficult), all of my National Geographic magazines (!!!), the glider I use with Ethan and Maggie when they were babies. Holy hell.  And yet… it feels so good to be rid of this stuff.

I already miss winter. Yet today,  the sunshine,  newly-bloomed flowers and  fresh Spring air brought forth wonderful thoughts of Hip-Nic, of High Sierra Music Festival, of long summer hikes. I’m looking forward to this summer.

Pictures: Snap-chats from last night; Packing up; This tree picture from  last night had me in hysterics.  Look at Ethan’s face; My favorite two dresses and cardigan from when I was 4.  Who says I hold on to things?