I sit here by the window at my mother's house. It's a dreary day, my kids tossed me out of the other room so they can plan a true secret mission. A hideout where I'll never find them. Probably not a bad idea today being that I am on my last nerve. You know that nerve? The one that is the thinnest of all nerves...just hanging there all lonely and raggedy looking from all the abuse and lack of the support from all the other nerves that ditched it?
Yeah. The interesting thing about my kids....they are the best of friends. When it suits them. And when they decide it is time to let the entire mile radius around us know that a murder must be happening in the house we are occupying, that is when this sad old nerve gets a run for its money. I assume the nerve will snap one day and you might find me rocking myself in a corner somewhere.
I will take these special "best friend" moments as seeing the cup half full while I breathe and fill my self up and look out the window and feel all my nerves coming back. B r e a t h e