A Good Weekend, A New Week
Monday, August 20, 2018
I had to get my medication refilled this week and that meant a four hour road trip and going to see my daughters. My sister went with me, and we both got to vent about mom and then we talked about how awful the whole Dad dying thing was, how difficult and sad it was, and how we both know it will take a while to get over watching him die. When we got to town I got my medicine and spent a little bit of time with my older daughter, on her break at work. After that we ate lunch with my younger daughter and her boyfriend. Both my daughters are happy right now, and both of them have made that jump into adulthood. I'm in awe, because it seems amazing. I felt a little sad, leaving, but mostly proud about what my daughters are becoming. And now it's like I have permission to focus on what I need, to put myself first, for the first time since I was a young woman. I've mostly gotten past the mourning part, the part where I wished my kids still needed me the same way they did when they were little.
I was tired and a little sore the next day, so I mostly rested and I hoped to hop back to it today. But something I ate disagreed with me and I was sick half the night, and I'm still a bit queasy, so I'm resting again today. As soon as I feel better, though, I'm getting my steps in and eating right again. I'm looking forward to it.