Oh how easy it would be to not write tonight. By the time I get my daughter settled, after two hours of calling and getting up, for water, for a snack, just to tell me something, I am so bloody done with the world that the piles (plural) of laundry get repiled in a corner (out of the way of tomorrow) the dishes stay dirty in the sink, and the toys stay scattered on the floor just to be more scattered when we all wake up in the morning. Whatever...
This week has been a typical first week of husby going to sea. Somebody gets sick and I watch the stress of little sleep and a neglectful diet slowly play out on my face. My eyes sink deeper, my skin goes blotchy and zitty, inevitably I hate my hair. I remind myself to drink more water, to get outside, to eat more fruits and vegetables. And week 2, after the sick is gone and we settle into our routine, I do.
Until the next person gets sick and coffee becomes my new bestfriend.
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