A couple of weeks ago I received an email from Superbitch (My ex-wife. FYI, she chose that moniker, not me). My mood immediately soured, and I become instantly annoyed. I cannot explain why, but having to deal with her any more irritates the piss out of me. I opened her email and found that she needed me to keep Baby C for the entirety of this past week. No reason was given and I didn’t ask.
I was momentarily torn. I, of course, love having the extra time with Baby C, but a small, childish part of me wanted to say no simply to spite her and ruin whatever plans she had. Of course, I then became annoyed at myself for feeling so petty. Ultimately, I agreed, and I’m glad I did. Baby C and I had a wonderful week together of wrestling, watching Chuggingtons, and playing with his train set. And best of all, he only woke up in the middle of the night once this past week, and it was last Saturday, so I was able to make up that lost sleep in the morning.
In the couple of weeks since my last TToT post there have been multiple other things to give thanks for:
- My mother made it to her 64th birthday.
- My niece had her 2nd birthday.
- My sister-in-law (Mrs. Revis) had her 33rd birthday
- I was finally able to get my pup to the groomer and she looks about 50lbs lighter now
- Mother nature graced us with golden skies after a storm the other night
- I finally got the Published Bloggers page up that I’d been working on for the last couple of weeks
- I wrote another duet with the fabulous and talented Miss Hasty, then we proceeded to drunk tweet innuendo at each other last night
Yesterday I wrote a pretty emotional piece about suicide which received an enormous amount of support. Many of you donated immediately and I have already surpassed the modest donation goal I set for myself. That by itself amazed and surprised me. Many others of you shared the post via Facebook or Twitter to get that post out there for maximum exposure. I am completely overwhelmed by the outpouring of support from you guys and I cannot properly articulate how very much I appreciate your efforts to support me in this endeavor. You all give my heart the warm and fuzzies, which is a somewhat foreign feeling to this trooper, and I’m not sure how to handle it.
Not surprisingly, by the time I had finished writing, proofreading (which I did a very crummy job at, apparently, because I was still finding typos in it while I was drunk last night), and publishing that post, I was emotionally spent and on the verge of tears. My very, very good friend Lizzi was there for me and talked me in to a better mood. Thank you so much for your your support and friendship, Lizzi. You are one of but many people who make me wish hard for teleportation technology to exist because England is just too damned far away from me to visit you and give you a hug.
All in all, the last couple of weeks have been pretty kind to me. Peace out, Maphia. Enjoy the rest of your weekend!