peace at last

Dear blogging gods,
Thank you for heeding my call the other night.

I was sad about the state of affairs in my life and wished for some peace in my life and along with a muzzle to quiet the rage.

In the past 24 hours, I feel as though the cloud has lifted and I don’t feel as sad and angry any more. In fact, the only thing I’m disappointed about right now, other than my backbreaking workload, is that my husband and I won’t see each other for a week because of our travel schedules.

My stepkids and I had had some endearing conversations last night while their dad was at an event. My stepdaughter is discovering the perils of liking boys; my stepson is an eager learner of all things science. In fact, he’s declared he wants to be a scientist when he grows up (in addition to a builder, a doctor, a dad and a fireman).

With my husband out of town this weekend, I have the house to myself and am able to accomplish those “me time” type activities like watching Golden Girls DVDs in our bedroom or taking a long hot bath with Enya on the CD player. Even more fun will be the night out in the city with some girlfriends tonight; pole dancing class tomorrow afternoon and another night with friends tomorrow night.

I’m even looking forward to finally starting my triathlon training and sorting through all my healthy diet recipes.

Yes, dear blogging gods, I think the grief is fading. I’m in a happier place now; I think I can look at pregnant women and not feel bitter, I’m back to being madly in love with my husband; I can more easily shrug off the out-of-the-mouths-of-babes comments my 6-year old stepson makes.
Thank you blogging gods. Thank you.