You worked hard for this, Mom.

The kids are with their father this weekend.

We live about three miles away from each other.

This weekend it’s hot and sunny in CT after a long stretch of sorta crappy weather.

Soccer ended last weekend, and there are no swim meets this weekend.

I have two days all to myself.

No obligations. No relatives visiting. No games. No meets. No kids.

Nothing.

All day I felt like I was forgetting something.

But I wasn’t.

I made myself a nice lunch and nobody ate any of it.

I got caught up on a couple things.

Right as I was about to take the dog for a walk my 17-year-old walked in the door.

He was picking up a basketball and a couple other things.

“Mom, are you enjoying your time alone?” he asked me.

“I was until a minute ago,” I told him, jokingly.

“You worked hard for this, Mom,” he said. “For fifteen years. You were with us for every second of every day.”

He’s right. 

I did work hard. I still do.

I was with the kids just about every second for 15 years.

It’s time to put some focus onto me.

I’m enjoying putting some of the focus on me.

He gave me a hug and left.

And then I went paddle boarding.

Today was a great day.

I can’t wait to do it again tomorrow.

Cause I worked fucking hard for this.

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