Well, here we are in the last week of what is probably the crappiest year of my life. I lost my job, my mom, my dog, my uterus and the year took a beating out on my marriage. But I gained great friends, a great new career and a college degree. Ups and downs. Tears and laughs. But I must say I can't wait for this last week to be over with and a new year to start. I know that the start of a new year doesn't bring new joys or make the bad go away, but I can hope right?
My daughter turned 13 today. She has a boyfriend of 2 months now and she likes him a lot. She is finally becoming comfortable with growing up. She started her period the same day I was having my hysterectomy. How strange is that? Of course she has an attitude from hell, but she's also talked to me more in the past 2 months than she has in a year. She has lots of questions about the feelings she has for her boyfriend. Half of me wants to tell her to run in the opposite direction every time he talks to her and the other wants to embrace her new maturity level. Of course I go for the later and push the "run" idea to the back of my mind.
My son is very concerned about me and my surgery. He asked me if I only had one abdomen now. So I explained to him that I have 1 ovary and no uterus. And then had to explain to him that boys don't have those organs and such. Then he says "oh yea, we talked about that in sex ed this year." Glad to know he was paying attention.
I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do with myself since I won't have class anymore. 6 years, non stop, at least twice a week I was driving up to the north side for classes. Now I don't have to do that anymore. I can officially call myself an interior designer. Now, if I can just find some clients...
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