Today I heard that my rehab ends next week.
Time to go it on my own.
I dropped the message with the university's coordinator today:
Get rid of me, fine.
But don't be nasty.
There are a gazillion less nasty ways to let us go our separate ways.
Picking up my boys from school is bliss.
I just want to be with them, even if it means fighting, caring and no free time.
Today, they are light.
So here we are.
Sons#1 and 2 playing fishing games on the computer.
Son#3 and I are watching Lego Movie for the millionth time.
We are where we need to be.