Reggy will not be here this weekend. He got scheduled for a trial on Monday and needs to prep all weekend. I don't need to talk about how disappointed I am ... it's obvious. There's always next weekend. According to the National Weather System, it is supposed to remain clear through next week.
My mom's not doing any better. It is so hard when the roles are reversed. Child caring for parent. I don't know what to do for her. I feel really f*&^ing helpless.
We took a Christmas tree over to the family we adopted for Christmas. She's a single mom with four kids. Dad took off two years ago probably back to Mexico. I was in no mood to deal with young children. All I wanted to do was go home and curl up in bed. I'm so glad I went. She made us coffee and cookies. Watching those children light up at the college students bringing them a Christmas tree. Mom used to be a ballet dancer in New York before she got pregnant. Irish-Italian, she's a fighter and an amazing woman. I was honoured to be welcomed into her home. It is hard to feel sorry for myself when watching her smile over a mug of coffee, watch her children ask questions about my hair, to have her hug me with tears in her eyes. I will not suffer, I'm done crying this week.
I think still might stay in tonight and finish the Cornwell book. I'd really like to start Forever Odd before I leave for Iowa. I'd like to have something good to read for the flight.
Goodnight sweet world. Goodnight extenuating circumstances. Goodnight Reggy. Goodnight Mom, tomorrow will be a brighter day.
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