I’m on spring break, which means no one gets to hear about my kids for a week, thank god.
But anyway, I woke up yesterday pretty happy and I continued to be happy and I was like “So this is what it’s like to wake up and not feel like someone is standing on your back.”
It’s been fucking years, people. Years.
So I woke up and did the dishes, straightened up the kitchen a bit. I made coffee. Caliban decided to sleep on my chest and purr. I studied my french, read some sonnets, and had a little dinner.
It’s fantastic. It’s fucking fantastic to wake up and only be responsible for yourself and your own happiness. What the fuck have I been doing before this?
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