Thoughts and ideas volley
back and forth in my head.
I put Hunter in his swing,
watch him rock along.
I feel exhilarated. I feel rotten.
I know I’ve made a terrible
mistake. I’m ecstatic that
I found a way to make it.
Mom Leaves for the Gym
Now I have to face Scott,
who finally comes downstairs,
“pissed” written all over his face.
Well, look who decided to
grace us with her presence.
I can’t believe how rude you are.
I didn’t have to take it from
Mom. Should I take it from
husband number two? “Sorry.”
Yeah, whatever. Just don’t
expect to borrow one of our
cars again anytime soon.
All the more reason to find
a way to keep my own vehicle
in tip-top shape. “I won’t.”
Did you apologize to your
mother? She sat up half
the night, worrying about you.
Irritation blossoms. And I’m
starting to want another
little toot. “Yes, I apologized.”