- That I will pick up C from some creepy downtown location after he parties so hard on his birthday that he wakes up on a sidewalk - sans glasses, car and cell phone
- That I will spend a Saturday night alone on my couch not by choice, but out of obligation to stay available and sober in case I get an emergency phone call
- That I will dread the weekend because I know the space at home is too crowded for rejuvenation from the work week
- That I will be obligated to share my couch on Sunday morning with someone who is still loaded, or anyone for that matter
- That I will eat Indian food at 1 am when I get the munchies (SERIOUSLY, NEVER AGAIN!)
- That I will have to nag 2 grown men to help tidy up on the weekend
- That I will have an immediate "go to" guy to tell me if my new pants make my ass look good, or notice when I do something subtle to my hair
- That I will be able to ask someone else to clean up the icky looking hairball behind the couch
- That someone will be there to tell me to lock the door behind him as he goes to check out the scary noise in my backyard
- That my yard will be mowed for me this year. Come to think of it, I actually have to BUY a lawnmower now
- That someone will use up all of the TP in the house and then not buy anymore until I "need" it and it's too late
- That an appointment will be missed because someone just didn't think it was important enough
- That I will be able to vent to someone who knows me and my feelings almost as well as I do
- That I will know I can be myself and not be judged - well, not really. It was like walking on eggshells and not voicing my opinions that kept the peace. But sometimes when I'm feeling super sad and things really aren't going well, it's scary to think that I really don't have "that person" in my life. We pretended really well for a long time.
- That someone will automatically take care of all bug or pest related issues in my house, mostly without me ever having to know the problem existed
- That I'll have instant company on my walmart trip if I want it
- That I'll go grocery shopping with a roommate that "forgets" their wallet at the checkout counter
That's right, ONE week to go!! C's moving next weekend, and i won't even be around for it. My friend Amara and I are going out of town with a group of her friends for the long weekend. Funny how sometimes exactly what you need just pops up out of the blue. She called me last night to invite me, and I was like YES! I imagine the whole move out, move on scene would have been sad. And I am so tired of sad. What a perfect opportunity to side step the entire production. I can go away with someone whose company I truly enjoy, meet some new people and return to the carnage that will be left in MY house after he's gone. Then I just clean like a MF, move some furniture, and it's OVER.
I'm applying for a promotion that came up at work. Not getting too excited, I've had some "issues" at work lately (stemming from my irresponsible behaviour that stems from my desire to not be at home) that I think will lead to me not getting this job and having to move elsewhere. The thing is I am fantastic at my job, have done amazing things at that place and have just now hit a wall personally and professionally. It's been really hard to balance and my boss has been fantastic. But I think that I may end up having to make a clean break from everything in order to truly reap the benefits of the GOOD decisions I've made lately.
But I don't even want to think about that part of my life right now. One thing at a time. My mom's been reminding me of that constantly. Get C out of your life, and then tackle the next thing. I'm really excited that the first part will be completed soon.
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