Both in weather and mood, this was a sunny Monday.
Yea, Kev stayed home with his Dad because he was sick. But it's only a little cold.
Yea, my husband wanted me to write down furniture I wanted and other separation tasks on my lunch break plus had packed up all the food in the cupboards that he didn't like in a pile near the door with the laundry he folded and packed up for the kids and I.
Yea, he cried and tried to break down my defenses.
Yea, I cancelled all the bills that were in my name and made 2 trips to return equipment and I usually hate errands.
Yea, I got up earlier than I used to have to and skipped my afternoon siesta!
Yea, my husband was a real turd and told the kids that he may have to sell the house and this wasn't necessary..
Yea, he also told the kids that we "couldn't" all have dinner together after I've gone out of my way to be sure that we were presenting this to the children in a very optimistic, friendly manner (like we're all going to be civil and adult enough to parent you the best we can).
Yea, I went to bring my soun to the doctor today only to be told I had the wrong day. Whoopsie!
But nothing brought clouds to my sunny day today. Each step I made literally brought new life into my lungs and every time I spoke there was a little voice in the back of my head, who made my voice sound just a bit more chipper than usual, who was saying "Hey! I'm alive!"