Oh hey. Hi there. Remember me?
Your long-lost blogging buddy, who disappeared without a trace or should I say nary a crumb because you know I wouldn’t leave that on a plate; at least not if good food was involved.
You may have wondered where I’ve been. Then again, you may not have and I’d kindly ask you to keep that thought under wraps, since I’m slightly vulnerable right now, an odd feeling no doubt. Have no fear though, I could still kick some ass if need be.
The past few weeks, I have been a slave to the Man, and I don’t mean the Hubby, although he might like that. His normally independent wife suddenly being submissive would probably be quite the turn on.
In the meantime, the Man I’m referencing is the J.O.B, the one which pays the bills. It’s a pretty important thing, and since we’re down a person at the office, I’ve been putting in extra long and sometimes emotionally fraught hours. One day last week, I made it home mere minutes before midnight. Thank god it wasn’t any later because I might have turned into a pumpkin, and we all know how I feel about pumpkin. I think I also just deemed myself a princess by association. Hey, if the shoe fits, or more importantly the tiara… hmm, I should probably let them know I have a small head.
So yeah I’ve been working a lot, an awful lot. It’s pretty much all I’ve done the last few weeks or so, except that unfortunate vet visit on Friday, where we were told Max is in the end stages of kidney failure. Yeah, so that’s no good either.
Those two facts: too much work and the imminent end of my bread borrowing buddy are the reasons I spent the better part of this weekend mostly horizontal on the couch, with my arms and legs curled up around a cat, while a movie or two or six played in the background. I dozed in and out, I cried on and off, and I cancelled all my plans except for my Saturday morning yoga class, where I kind of lost it in shavasana. Thank god the guy next to me started to snore as unwanted tears eked out of my fiercely closed eyes. I’m not a great crier and I’m certainly not a pretty crier. Given a choice, I’d like to skip it altogether, even though I know to feel it and then let it go is cathartic.
Sometimes life is not all rainbows, unicorns, puppies and magical beanstalks. Sometimes we work far more hours than we should. Sometimes we get mistreated along the way, and sometimes our sweet, amiable and once upon a time, food stealing felines get dealt a bad card. Sometimes we need to say screw the silver lining, and instead of shining a light on the positive, we need to feel the pain and grieve, which is what I did with my weekend. It wasn’t marvelous. It wasn’t Week In Review worthy. It just was, and sometimes that’s all we need.