Walk around with bold legs.
It's no secret i love wolf parade. Perhaps because i know them all from my starry eyed youth in victoria. Perhaps because that song speaks so many words to me. Words that i can't say. Perhaps because i think it's the best song i've ever heard.
suebob said that i was like a dandelion. Strong, but fragile. I am.
I have a follow-up doctor appointment soon. I know he will ask me how i am. Can you laugh and can you cry? That's his barometer. I can laugh. I laugh all the time. At camp people chastised me that my loud laugh kept them awake. Can i cry?
No.
How do i feel? Melancholoy mostly. I still feel like me. Just a sadder, quieter version.
I have no anxiety. That's a good thing.
My sadness pumps through me. I don't even know what i am sad about. Beautiful children. Beautiful house. Husband who loves me more than i deserve to be loved.
I guess, if i am to be honest, and that is what this is all about - i am sad about all the things i am not. I'm not the mother i want to be. I don't have the friends i want to have. I am alone. I am always alone. I can spend my days at the school. But, i'm not in kindergarten. And i'm not a teacher. I'm just the mom that is always there. Playing with the kids. Ignoring her house and the life that she doesn't have there.
Shane is travelling again. He's away most of this week and then he's off to Philadelphia for five days. Then? Then i will meet him in miami next friday. Four days alone. Me and him.
We haven't been alone, well, since 1997. I don't even want to go. His business had enough points to fly me out to meet him there. At his bootcamp.
Really, i like when he's away. I like the lessening of my burden. I like it when it's just me and the kids.
I'm not ready to travel again. Going to california this summer sent me into this depression. I don't feel ready to do it again.
Posted by Jess at 10:26 PM Permalink

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So don't go, Jess! Really, truly don't go if you don't think it's the right time. On the other hand, I do think it's amusing that you'll be 60 miles from us, when for the longest time I was so amused that we both lived on islands, but at opposite ends of the continent. Do what feels best for you- that's my two cents. Miami is REALLY far away!
Posted by ellen landrum | October 1, 2006 07:23 AM