because I don't have one.
I miss the Other Diary and screw it, I just do. Stop telling me to like it here (nobody really is, I'm just randomly bitching) because I just don't. I want to write but I don't want to write here. Or anywhere else.
So there's that.
We are one week in to a two week stint that Jon has overseas. I've gotten my sneak peek at single motherhood. It's exactly what I thought it would be. Busy, tougher sometimes...I have developed routines to manage and now I am managing.
The nights are lonely and quiet because he's asleep. During the day we can't talk much and then when we do, he's always distracted and stupid.
He can compartmentalize so much in his life and I will never understand this skill.
I have been.....
exceptionally....
good.
Despite daydreams to the contrary. And about eighty bazillion excuses I could use.
But I am not.
I am being
exceptionally
good.
Just like I have been for more than a year.
So there's that.
My kid turned five.
So there's that. I have no clue how to post pictures here and now I don't even feel like figuring it out. I have a kid who is five.
Everyone says "it goes so fast".
Newsflash: No it doesn't. Maybe to some it does but no it doesn't. Five years is a long time and I feel at times as though I have felt every single day of it. That's not meant to be an unkind statement. It's just...the truth.
Meanwhile it's the middle of the night...and maybe Jon is up to text with me.
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