It's just a wee past 6 a.m. and I've already been up for a while. My sweet crazy dog couldn't figure out how to climb the cellar stairs so she stood at the bottom whimpering peppered with an occasional howl. I laid there disbelieving that this animal couldn't get herself up the stairs like she does on almost a daily basis. We're up and down all the time -- at least with loads of laundry.
This has been a crazy week. I haven't liked work at all and I typically love my job a lot. My life with my daughter and her father has been disruptive. The two of them have a messy, messy relationship. And I'm not sure quite what to do about it. They need each other. I need him to take more responsibility for her because frankly I just need a break every once and a while. But I can only do so much to encourage and cajol. They are at their best together when I'm part of the equation to serve as the buffer. But that's a twisted dynamic and I have extracted myself from them. Caroline is old enough to handle this with him.
I am surprised that she spent three nights with him. When she called to tell me her boyfriend was picking her up to bring her home, I was disappointed. I wanted one more night alone. One more day of her spring break where I didn't need to worry about her whereabouts.
I was telling my friends this at lunch the other day. And they all jumped on me saying you need to go away without Caroline. I do. My sister, Patricia, and I need to plan our second annual vacation. But when is the question? We'll head back to Amelia Island to the same place. My friend has already offered to stay with my daughter.
Trisha and I stayed at this little hotel across from the beach. We rented chairs from a shop, a simple restaurant with a great outdoor eating area was right across from the hotel. We just had a fantastic time. We laid on the beach after dinner and looked at the stars and gave them silly names and made up crazy stories about them. It was such a release.
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