I haven’t had a pedicure in almost a month. I dyed my hair on the run. Hours and days were spent in a hospital, waiting for my dad to get better. To get released. I don’t for a second regret the time, but now I need to start living again. I need to breathe. I need a shower that lasts more than five seconds. I need to spend more time with my kids. I need to spend more time on myself.
Tanya’s baby shower was last Saturday. I hosted it at my house, and somehow, with a ridiculous amount of help from almost half a dozen people, I pulled it off. That is the amazing thing about friends. You don’t realize how lucky you are to have them until you really need them and they drop everything to be there for you. Cancel previous plans, drive across states, and bring specialty donuts with them.
But everything is fine now. I mean, it will never be fine. Not the way it was. But fine.
In case you missed my post earlier, I am going shopping on Friday. I may not find the perfect little black dress, but that is okay. I need a new pair of capris as well. Time moves in a circle.