Dear Children, walking through your room makes me feel like I'm in a movie, you know, with a room full of lasers and I'm trying to get to your dresser in the dark to put your clothes away. You have to be very careful where you step and how you shift your weight, never hastily put your whole foot down you have to feel it out with your toes first. Except instead of being fried by a lazer I step on a lego or polly and am forced to say generic bad words in my head. Laundry can be a deadly business. Dear Long Day, you felt so long, running here, running there. Getting there and realizing I forgot the files I was running there to drop off, running home to get them off the counter. Never ending whining and bickering and mess and chores, grocery stores and meals and cleaning and on and on. I had a headache and that can make everything seem so loud and never ending. Dear Booby Trap, no not a bra. The kind when it's been a long day (see above)and you open the cupboard to make the kids lunch and someone has carefully balanced the Hershey chocolate syrup upside down as to savor every drop leaning against the cupboard. It falls on your face trying to catch it, it bounces off of you, off of the toaster and hits the only place on the wall where there is a little hanging plate of antique praying hands. It crashes to the ground smashing all over the kitchen floor. And then I spend the next forever super gluing it and my fingers back together. Technically is this my fault or the kids? Dear Marlo, I loved every second I got to come and hold your sweet little baby, it made my heart feel so happy. Perfect V Day gift to myself. Dear Perfect Job, you would be holding and loving newborn babies all day. Some seem to be extra special and heal my broken heart. I would like this job to pay lots and lots of money. Dear Blue and Gold, like usual I didn't want to go, but Kaden did a great job speaking in the microphone to do the colors or what ever they call it, he didn't even turn bright red he seemed happy and comfortable and I knew what he was saying. And who knew I would make such a new wonderful friend, we talked for hours afterwards. Dear Kaden, you were watching some older boys after scouts who were at mutual and came to me because you saw them being mean to one boy and making fun of him when he fell off his bike and cut his knee and they kept teasing him and pushed him. You hunted them down and would not let me leave the building until you watched me give them a good talking to about bullying and being nice. These boys were at least 6 or 7 years older than you, but you didn't care. You are my favorite boy in the whole world and I am so proud of you and who you are inside. Dear Eye Spasm, you show up every time my stress level gets a lot too high and I get way too tired. It feels like my whole eyelid it twitching, I wonder if it looks the way it feels. I'm guessing this is probably not the best sign. Dear Dad, thank you for helping me get my house ready to sell. After sitting there for over a year it would have taken me a long time to do it by myself, but with your help it took only a few hours. And if you hadn't been there I probably would have wandered around my house crying and gotten nothing done. Dear B&D, thanks for watching my kids and then letting us over run your night while I sat on your couch doing nothing but rambling on and on. Dear Self, this has been such and emotional week for me. I didn't know I would have to leave my house again and I didn't know how hard it would be for me. It may have been the only place that has ever actually felt like my home and I miss it. Having to walk away from it twice has been a little too much for me.
