Easy Monday

Things I must get used to: My mom calling me every day to see how I am.

            She can feel when I’m unhappy and knows when I’m unsettled. She doesn’t always have an answer and often times says the exact opposite but I know she loves me more than anything and that she needs to hear my voice as much as I need to hear hers.

: The drinking rules on the fridge.

            No drinking before 6p. No more than one drink an hour. Both are written on the $1 white board on the side of the fridge. I wrote them. I wrote them down around 6:05p, right before I poured myself a small glass of wine.

It was a good day. I wish I could feel as if I had something to do with it but I think I’m just swinging upwards. As much as it should thrill me, it makes me feel just as bad as when I swing down without cause. It’s just another case of me not being in control.

But I’ll take it. I’ll take the cleaned bedroom and clean loads of laundry. I’ll be happy with the stuffed peppers and garlic bread and I’ll dream about my little fluppets making their way into a craft-o-tron machine someday.