Of mom answers, too many peanuts, and multiplying tupperware.

  1. Awake at 5:03am without an alarm.
  2. I sprint to the desk, knowing I won’t get it all down, to relive the wonder of yesterday’s revelations.
  3. I didn’t realize it was an endo attack until an hour later. It’s followed by an upswell of gratitude for how different that is from being destroyed for two days.
  4. “Are you worried about X or Y?” I ask. “Everything,” she says. “Such a mom answer.”
  5. I don’t know what that is, but I like it.
  6. The visit confirms my desire to make the switch, but that doesn’t make it any easier to say goodbye.
  7. “This is one of, if not the most, OCD thing I’ve ever seen you do,” he half-jokes as I sort the trailmix into its basic elements. It’s not my fault there are too many peanuts.
  8. All the small things.
  9. Technically, I ate four cookies for dinner and then a salad with fried chicken for dessert.
  10. I look at the huge Tupperware that are multiplying in our bedroom, still empty, still waiting. A tremor of this-will-be-real-soon. Am I as ready as I tell myself I am?

Author: Ellie

Uppity stardust. Will eat (almost) anything.

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