All I had to do was enjoy the sun on my face, the wind in my hair, the sweet sound of the sailboats’ floats squeeking against the docks.
For the first time in my entire life, I couldn’t care less that I had no deadline; that I had no meetings; that my ideas or advice weren’t important to anyone.
I had nothing to do.
I have everything to do.
My entire life up until this point was measured by grades, salary, designer hand-bags, rushing, rushing, panic. Disrespect.
I have been given the gift of a second childhood through the eyes of my son. I’ve been given the tremendous gift of spending every day with him thanks to my sweet husband.
And my selfish ass will milk it for all it’s worth.
After all, I have everything to do. . .with an adorable side kick and handsome husband.
And I don’t want to miss one fucking disgusting minute with these men!
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