Today I am a mother, a wife, an employee, a friend, a pedestrian, a consumer, and right now a writer. We flit through some of these tags more easily than others. Have I really been a friend today? I was supposed to phone my friend who had a pretty serious procedure at the hospital today, but I haven't yet and it is too late. I am guilty of not being perfect.
I will phone her tomorrow and she will understand because she is my best friend. She will know that I probably had less than two hours of sleep, again, after so many weeks of sleeplessness, one would think that the body would somehow adapt. Like the stick bug that looks like a tree. But no I have not adapted, I am, more than exhausted. I still managed to work a full day, and I think, be relatively coherent and productive. I managed to get my son to soccer and make a fairly healthy dinner. I even managed to sit down to eat my own dinner.
In the past, the fact that I haven't swept the floor, finished the dishes or cleaned the bathroom would have kept me from writing this. But now, I really want to focus on the writer in me. Next to being a wife and mom it is who I was meant to be.
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