First day of school today. My girls were offended that I was doing a little bit of a happy dance in celebration of the day. I have a senior and a sophomore in high school, last ones. Wait...what???? How the hell did that happen? Well, I know how it happened and honestly, I'm enjoying every minute but I'm also enjoying the idea of an end to an era and the beginning of a new chapter filled with more me time and adult children. In any case, on this particular morning I get up at my usual 6am, well normally it's around 5 or 5:30. Must have been my 6.5 mile walk yesterday that helped me sleep in. I go about my normal routine of making coffee, checking emails and taking care of routine business before yelling at the girls to hurry up so I can get them to school on time. In the middle of making plan arrangements for my husband I look at the clock, "Holy crap! It's seven thirty one! Let's go girls!!!"
"Mom!! Come look how cute I look!!"
"You look great. Now let's go."
"Mom!! You aren't even looking!! My senior walks down in a cute red maxi skirt and black crop top. "Oooo....you do look cute!!!" I coo. "I told ya!!" She smiles. I love to see her confident. It makes my heart full.
"What am I? Chopped liver? Oh I see how it is..." My sophomore walks out of her room flipping her naturally curly blond hair that has been straightened and recurled and looking perfect in her black leggings and razor back tank top. I really wish I could have gotten pictures of their first day, but I decided not to even ask. It's always a fight especially with my older one. It makes me sad but at this point, I just take what I can get.
I got the girls to school on time despite the horrible SoCal and first day of school traffic. After returning home, I rechecked messages and waited for the workers to come. I was finally able to make time for them to come back to finish up patching and painting our hallway where almost 100lbs of behive had to be removed. It's been an all summer project to say the least. Luckily is was covered by our Association as the bees were coming in from the outside. I felt bad when they had to kill the hive but I really don't want the little fuckers in my house. I will admit that I contemplated having a glass of wine even though it was only 9:30 in the morning. I chose against that. Instead I grabbed some iced ginger green tea made with our new Keurig toy. It's one of my favorite things at the moment.
After being outside for a while, one of the workers came in saying "Wow, you missed all the drama outside." He proceeded to tell me about this couple fighting across the street where the guy pushed the girl to the ground and started punching her in the face. I asked if I should call 911 but I guess the guy drove off when he saw my worker taking pictures of his license and of the event. His boss told him not to get involved or call so that is what he did instead. I looked out my window and looked at the young girl picking her things that the guy threw all over the ground apparently. Brings back memories. My son's father used to love to do things like throw my keys on the roof so I couldn't go anywhere or beat me black and blue and just go to bed after. One time after my son was born, he twisted my nipples until they bled, and pounded on his own chest hard enough to make marks. Then he handed me the phone. "Go ahead. Call." he said with a smirk. He figured out that the cops would put us both in jail if we both had marks and our son would be put in foster care. He knew damn well I wouldn't call just because of the baby. Such an abusive fuck. Such a stupid girl I was back then. I looked at that girl across the street hoping that she knew better. Hoping that she had enough sense to walk away and not give the second, third or fourth chance when he came back in that weeping, pathetic apologetic way abusers like that always do. I'm so familiar. Hoping that she had enough self worth to stand up and realize that she deserves so much better and that nothing she did or said warrants any kind of reactions like that. If there is anything I strive in this life, it's to make sure my girls always know their self worth and the treatment they deserve from the people they allow in their lives. There are no compromises or allowances. Course it took me about 36 years to actually believe that and another 8 to practice it.
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