Confessions

I am not home yet. I will probably do a little more playing before I get there.

I have not touched the laundry room since I wrote about it last week. I used all day Monday to work on Form 1065. I barely finished the taxes on time. I barely finished with any sanity left. I barely made it to my sister’s house without letting myself get a map (trusting my memory is not an easy thing these days) and I barely remember the weekend that was here and gone like a beautiful dream.

But I hear giggles, the best gift from two little girls who make me smile. (“Nana, B’s nose ran into my head this morning.”) I see a grin on sis’ face enjoying Dan in Real Life and was glad to get to share the movie with someone who loved it as much as I did. Watching children of all ages move with the Wii was awesome. My well got a good amount of rain this weekend; the personal drought is over for awhile.

The real skies were blue and lovely and full of sunshine. I read. I slept a lot, even when my eyes were open. I talked when I felt like it and didn’t when I didn’t feel like it and never felt awkward or out of place or like I needed to be doing something I wasn’t. I enjoyed my great-nieces, I enjoyed my sister, I enjoyed my brother-in-law, I enjoyed my son and most of all, I enjoyed being me, with people who appreciate the me I am, people who see all my flaws and still prefer to focus on the good things they find in me.

Life is good, even if the laundry room is being neglected.

Now it’s back to real life in real time. And I’m ready.