The scene is different, yet the same, here. It was a day today…
The magic:
– I woke up to kittens being born
– visited Liam’s kindergarten school for the first time and felt so much peace that I had made the right decision. Fuck yes, I quizzed literally everyone, unraveled and didn’t fuck it up! 🎉
– I managed to disassemble, install new screens and reassemble two printers and replace one fep over the last 24. Which was not only a huge job but serious progress in the direction of peace and not fucking my entire business.
The madness:
– Liam never stops making sounds, messes or attempts to ignore me telling him to do anything different. No matter what good I harvest, he torches it.
– The Kitten is unsure of what in the hell is going on and where his love went today, despite not leaving her side last night while she created new life all on her own. Luckily for him, I was also upstairs trying to process my own newborn kitten childhood trauma while watching Hill House for the 500th time. He has been so busy today trying to connect the dots. Hopefully he can connect them before the kittens hit the floor lol
– I committed several months ago to my phone calendar that I was going to take Liam to the mitty this year and the stress of him crossing paths with his dad who would most likely be working the race this weekend was about to eat me up because I knew Liam was walking straight into the most epic disappointment he’d ever know and my soul just could not have that for him right now. I’ve been asking the furry momma for weeks when she was gonna have those babies and she just said, more canned food, please. Don’t you worry, I’ve got this. And she did have it. I went to bed last night in full terror mode knowing there was no way out of the race today and then she handed me the ace. She’s actively birthing… We can’t be away from the house all day today, right? No! Alright, well, let’s catch up with Mike at the drift event next month? Deal… Deal. Me watching the bullet blazing past as a near miss.
– me finding the glory in the near miss, kittens, having crossed the river, patched the printers and being able to fill the orders once again. The ability to promote my own business and also back up my offer (thanks, Grandma for the save). And finally thinking I got Liam to bed and him coming back into my room an hour after I’ve been captivated by Facebook cat reels to look at my screen and say, is that my dad?… What? No…
— no music. I had to stop listening because a blue bird flew off with it–