I was kind of bumming tonight. A support payment finally came through, and the highlight was that we got to stop by the grocery store. Each item was deliberately and longingly placed into the cart. I miss the days when we could just go pick up a gallon of milk when we needed one. It also meant a trip to the gas station, which was good because it was down to an eighth of a tank in negative temps. And now, that little bit in the bank account is gone.
Then I went back a little bit more into the day. It was parents' night at the wrestling match. My son escorted me to the mats, flower in his hand. He is still shaking his head tonight that he forgot to hand it over to me before they took the picture. A red carnation with a black ribbon.
Then I went back even further, to work, to school. We unburied some unexpected supplies in a lab. Friends and family donated and began having conversations about a Donors Choose project I submitted. There was conversation about the woes of teaching and the battle of finding the joy in it while struggling to support your own children. There was some fun back and forth, and the realization that I really do work with some amazing people.
So when I pull it all together, I've got happiness in my heart and boys to squeeze and love. A good day, indeed.
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