It is 11am. My day started seven hours ago. Here’s the thing though–my boys are sitting on my kitchen table right now rifling through my purse (Henry is trying to open a compact and Jaxon is putting lipstick on)–I can’t stop smiling.
Both of my boys went Pee On The Potty last night, and well, Rose Plum isn’t a bad shade on Jaxon at all.
I’m dead tired, broke as shit, fighting like Hell for these kids–throwing every shred of paperwork I can think of at the Courthouse–and…I just couldn’t be more happy to be me right now, as in this very moment. I get my Lil this afternoon, and I’m sensing big things on The Horizen. Like a scholarship to go back to school and a move? We’ll see.
Opportunities for Happiness are fleeting and…if you don’t keep your head up and your eyes open, then…you can miss them altogether, right?