Survival

Well, I did it.
I survived.

My husband has been gone for nearly ten days and I made it through.
He's been gone before. And definatley has been gone for longer than 10 days.

So I survived yet again. No major catastrophies.
Except my house is messy. Not, Oprah intervention, DSS reporting kind of messy, just not what my husband should have to see I degenerate to while he's a way messy.

But I am EXAUSTED.
So I made a decision.

I decided to skip church.
What?
Yes, all 3 hours.

Me and mine are sleeping in.
Eating pancakes until we are visibilty bloated.
Then we will clean up. Beds, laundry, floors.

What?
Rest from your labors?

I know. And yes, now that you ask, I do feel a little guilty.
But I don't want anyone to know.

I asked a bestie if she thought skipping was a biggie.
She didn't answer.
She's no Bonnie to my Clyde. But her hair extentions were rockin' so it was a wash.

Then I called my 2nd couselor. No, I don't have a 1st one. So does that mean the 2nd automatically becomes the first?
No.

Then I called the bishop.
And I sounded confident in my decision. Except I babbled too much and had my eyes kind of sqiunty. Like I had just dropped an expensive chatchkie.
But I still meant business.

So, here I am.
Happy to be around all my kids.
(Remind me I said this)
Happy to have a slow day to clean and prepare for my sweetheart.
Hoping I'm not going to regret this.