I'm having all these lovely day dreams about blowing off my responsibilities and sleeping ALL day. Today is the perfect day for staying in bed. Gray, kind of raining. I love sleeping when its raining. I always sleep so much more soundly, and deep. When I was in college, I remember the alarm going off one morning. I reached over to hit it, and I heard the rain. I hadn't even opened my eyes yet, I smiled, and rolled back over. I missed a big test that morning. Oops. Damn rain. Seems like I haven't gotten enough sleep this week, its been busy. I stay up late to clean up the day's damage, or read to unwind. I just read a huge book that took place in Ireland. I want to sleep listening to the rain, and dreaming of Ireland. Dreaming/sleeping was a favorite hobby of mine before the rugrats.
Speaking of rugrats, they have been very good! When I got home last night, all the kids were sleeping. I sat down w/ hubs to hang out, and Avery got up. She came over and crawled up in my lap. All she said was "mama" and quickly fell asleep on my shoulder. Aww. She can be hell on wheels most days, and then sweet angel girl on a rare few. I love those times. Makes being a mama all the more precious.
My run-away-friend is coming for a night next week w/o her kids. I'm looking fwd to seeing her. Its been a few months now. Her hubs is being sentenced then, so she's coming for that. She wants to know how long he's going away for. She keeps going back and fourth w/ divorce. For awhile, she was sure she was going to do that, now she doesn't know if she can/should/whatever. Everyone has an opinion on it, of course, which just confuses her all the more. I haven't given her mine, and I won't. She needs to make it by herself. But, I must say, if she doesn't decide to divorce him, and stay w/ him, I don't think I can stick around. I have very strong feelings about what he did. Being a child molester victim myself, I just can't get around that. I have little girls! I would never ever be able to welcome him into my home, EVER. It seems like a simple thing to me. But it's not my family, my husband, or situation. But if it was, I would get a divorce. Like right now. I don't think I'd need to think about it at all. Ok, so there wasn't any penetration, but he fondled an 11 yr old girl. SICK. Bastard. I don't want to ditch my friend, but man, I can't deal w/ that shit. I hope she makes a good decision.