Confession.

Bean and I have been running each other ragged the last couple of weeks. I’ve cried out of frustration about once a day. 

He just left to spend the weekend at a friend’s house and my sense of relief is palpable, like I just got off the chain gang. 

By Sunday morning, I’ll be missing him like crazy and waiting impatiently for him to get home. That will feel nice. 

There was a conversation going around the other day about what constitutes grownuphood. For me, it’s knowing that saying the above does not make me a monster.

(Grownuphood is other things too, like realizing that a year is not a long time.)