here i am, and i'm forty four, but i feel like i'm twenty six.
truth is,
i barely sleep when my girls are home; but this week, when they are gone,
as worried as i am about them, particularly this year, when they are gone,
i've been sleeping like i'm dead.
night, i've barely been drinking water.
where as if you knew me,
or slept next to me,
you'd know that i down a half gallon of water during the course of the night.
when i wake up with two full quarts of water on my bedside table,
i know i've had a good night sleep.
truth is,
i miss them.
the girls, not the quarts of water.
lots.
i miss the boys, too. they're around, but they don't come around so much,
when the girls are gone.
i just heard a bark and some flipflops slapping on the street outside,
and thought maybe they were coming to visit.
but...
they'll all be back, soon enough.
and they'll hug me and fight me and play me, as they do.
and i'll love them, and manage them, and play them, as i do.
truth is,
i'll love them.
as i do.
xo,
tt
