- A screaming nightmare wakes us all. She says it’s a ghost, but the third time she confesses it’s a ploy to get more cuddles. There must be a word for feeling overwhelming love commingled with exasperation. Probably German.
- There’s more than there should be. I smile and move on, gently brushing aside my need to know why, where, and how. It is. And that’s enough.
- I run the numbers a couple of times, sliding scales and values. We can make it. It shouldn’t even be that hard. One or two wins will make all the difference.
- It came! On to round two!
- Bless you, Walmart cashier, for having pity on this dazed momma who based her entire price matching strategy on thinking it was Saturday.
- I yell for the first time. Really yell–not the raised snappish voice I’ve felt guilty for in the past, but the full-throated, booming register of frustrated authority. I’m disgusted with myself as I cry later.
- “You’re burnt out because….”
- Quantum anything fascinates me–it’s like peeking into God’s toolbox. If only I didn’t feel a hundred watts too dim whenever I read about it.
- The rare smell of a charcoal grill, the hum of a lawnmower, the slowly cooling late sun.
- I acknowledge feeling rejected, overlooked, not good enough. I let it pass through. I push forward.
