Few Words Again

Truthfully, I have plenty of words, just no time to write them. I'm craving sleep. Punch was home sick yesterday and had a snow day today and my work schedule was forced into a shift due to the short one's presence....and, I just need to go to sleep. I look forward to blogging tomorrow.

Good night.

TCOY

1. Private Benjamin. So grateful I got to go to P.B.--my blog nickname for therapy--but had to juggle many sticky balls to get there. [I won't see my good therapist for two weeks because the next two Tuesdays are Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve.] H. had to leave 4 p.m. to drive into NYC. He was hired to write 60-Second Novels on his vintage typewriter at the Chanel holiday party. Of course, fashionista Figgy was dying to go with him, to help him, and the client said fine. So they both left at 4, and I hired Fig's friend Zoey to watch Punch. We had to pick Zoey up, but Punch was busy changing into her third outfit of the day [all that snow shoveling] and insisted on putting her full snow pants on, then spilled some hot cocoa on the couch. I was livid, and mean. Zoey waited in the snow for 30 minutes, my therapist waited for me 30 minutes....but in the end it all worked out. Yet I can never erase ugly words. I apologized more than once to Punch for being a monster. "Okay! It's okay!" she kept saying. "No, it isn't," I said. I know I'm human, but humans have a responsibility to talk kindly to one another. Tonight, when I was on my knees cleaning a kitchen floor stain with Pine-Sol, she said, "You're a good mommy." I get that. I remember watching my mother clean the kitchen floor, and appreciating it.