Today is the first day of the rest of my life and the Cure is stuck in eternal repeat in my head today. For the first time in over a year - Wait! In over four years- I woke up feeling like, well, myself. Does that even make any sense? Today, for the first day, I felt like Erika, not the twins mom, or that little boy's mommy...just plain old, run of the mill, Erika. And know what? It felt great.
These past two weeks have brought more than just rain. With them, a sense of relief at no longer being part of a draining venture. So, like or hate it, here I am. Standing here on the abyss of cyber-space, writing to please me. Not anyone else's sensibilities or fickle tastes.
The school situation is all sorted out, two of the three have been potty trained for a few months, and I feel a general peace right now. What more could I want? Three children in bed not trying to eck out a few more minutes of play time. A vacation. Perhaps a latte with non-fat milk and a giant cupcake? But, really, other than that, I am happy as a clam-ah-toe.
