It's been a tough week. I didn't admit that out loud until yesterday as I faced myself squarely in the mirror and saw the shiner that now exists below my right eye. It's HUGE! That was just the outward representation of a truly difficult week--the icing on the cake, if you will.
No, the Warden didn't beat me with a stick. It was the back of my five-year-old's head. I swear I've never had any marks from my children (except for those from childbirth) until now. Sometimes #7, when I'm laying on the bed reading to her, will readjust her head on the pillow and come down on my face instead, and I know I've had a head or two hit me square in the middle of the front of my neck--OUCH!, but yesterday, when this happened, I knew I was in for a loverly mark. And, so it is.
My good friend has been planning a girls night out for months--really. I got the Facebook invitation, but I just couldn't bring myself to commit. With yesterday being the Warden's birthday, I thought for sure we'd be partying it up tonight (it being the weekend), but I actually took him out on Wednesday, and we had a fun little shopping spree together just the two of us.
Today I kept my kids' friends while she went to school (it was a day off for the kids--like I mentioned in the last post). When she came to pick the kids up this afternoon, she asked if I was coming. I had no excuse.
I did back down but looked at the alternative and decided that I would much rather be with a bunch of women especially after such a hard week.
I'm so glad I went. I loved every woman there. Amazing people--all different, but all amazing.
Here I am home now, and I haven't even analyzed what I said or did once. Aren't you proud of me. I would say that's a step in the right direction. Phew!