I woke to a clean kitchen.
This pleased me greatly, as it was part of that 'ToDo' list that has grown over the past few days of sloth.
I can at least delete it from the list and continue to beat myself up about the other stuff that needs to be done, that I know I don't have enough energy to accomplish.
I'm still feeling like a bag of doo, but I guess what my blogger friend said is true,
(i'm always rhyming things ... just can't help myself ... a little OCD? or the poet in me? hehe there i go again) ...
"I would allow yourself to sleep, if you need it. Its only an issue if it goes on more than a couple weeks."
I'll allow it, but I don't like it. No, sir, I don't like it one bit.
Anyway, back to the happy kitchen. It must have been the kitchen gnomes. My dear Papi is sleeping off a graveyard shift.
what crazy person cleans a kitchen after working a 10 hour graveyard shift??!?!?! ... oh ya ... my nutbar love.
That crazy love of mine is sleeping in the La-Z-Boy ... the ugly man chair. The monstrosity of the pit of doom.
Papi likes it, but I feel guilty when I'm in it. Yet, there lies my love, with puny whiskers of pride.
Proud that there's peach fuzz on that upper lip. Proud of the tiny hair that you almost need a magnifying glass to see, but to my love it's standing at attention.
Mi esposo is already calling it a soul patch. I can't help but giggle, then agree with all the people who say that when you're with a transitioning person, it's all about them.
Yeah, well, they haven't met me.
high maintenance much?!
I still get my 'all about me' in amongst the 'all about Papi'. I just time my moments right.
I do love that my love is having an 'all about me' time. I have nothing but joy when I see people allowing themselves to delve into raising their self-esteem.
As long as I'm not forgotten about, I'm good.
I suppose that's why it hurt so much when I was abandoned by so many people in my time of need on that stupid Facebook site.
I am actually grateful for this experience to have allowed me to weed out the artificial friends. I've never done that before, I'm usually the one to be spewed from people's lives when I'm the weakest fledgling in the nest.
It used to feel like defeat.
how could you not like ME?!?! i'm lovely dammit! ok a little self centered, narcissistic, selfish, ad infinitum, but lovely!
It's a great time in my life amongst this mayhem, grieving and anger. A time of genuine love. A time to let go of needing everyone to like me.
I am of the camp of 'everything happens for a reason'.
I have enough love from those that matter; my Trust List, Papi, and new friends that I've met along the way who don't judge me. They just accept that I'm as loony as them.
Our darkest times are there to teach us how to enjoy our brightest moments.