I had a tough day yesterday. It seemed whenever I tried to get anything done, my darling little daughter would come along and make twice as much mess as I had just cleaned. She is autistic, and her sensory needs have been raging the past few days. On top of that, my soon -to-be-ex, was home last night, after staying out the past two nights. It is a situation we both have to deal with for awhile, but it can be a bit uncomfortable.
This morning I awoke at the ungodly hour of 3:30 am and couldn’t sleep. A few hours later, I was talking to the husband outside as he was leaving for work, when I looked down at the large planter near my steps, only to see the back-end of something dead hanging out of it (probably another dead possum courtesy of my German Shepherd). Soon-to-be-ex scurried off, saying he was late for work. I don’t have the constitution to deal with dead rodents, so the dread of a dead animal at my back steps all day, hovered with me as I went inside. Just then, my daughter whined a few times and came tromping down the stairs. I braced myself for a fussy display from her while choosing breakfast, but that is not how things went.
She came around the corner and went straight for me, hugged my legs, looked up with her big blue eyes and said mom-mom-mom. All the annoyances of the past two days melted away in an instant, as I heard that word I hadn’t heard in quite some time.