Really? No, not really. I’ve just sat down several times to write today, and can’t think of a title. So I just wrote down the first movie I saw when I turned on Netflix. I thought it made a better title than Tesla: Master of Lightning… but maybe not. Please advise.
Today is the last day of my staycation, and last night was weird. I fell asleep on the couch around 7:00 and woke up at 2:00, wide awake. I’m recovering from not sleeping well, which is not what I wanted to do but apparently what my body says I need. I’m happy to have the chance to just relax while the house is empty and I get to do my own thing.
However, I can’t stay away from Dana and Wi-Phi too long, because I don’t want to waste a day that I could have seen him and didn’t. I realized what a miracle he was all over again when we were teasing my sister about being so overprotective of him. She said, “since we had to wait six months to find out if our kid was going to die, we’re very overprotective.” I will never tease her ever again. Not fucking ever. Even though there were two other people there teasing her with me, I singled myself out because we had to have a little discussion. I know better than that. I was foolish to forget. I punished myself appropriately and then treated myself to a diet root beer because I was so good while I was being scolded.
For those of you just joining us, that was a hard time for both Wi-Phi and me. Wi-Phi was born with the major valves of his heart reversed, and was going to have to have surgery either in utero or minutes after delivery. He didn’t, but he could have died on the table.
The week before, my abuser said that she’d come to therapy so that we could resolve some of our issues. I told her that we were very emotionally crispy because of the baby and didn’t even want to interact with her if she was just going to leave again.
Things were looking up, and then while Wi-Phi was on the table, she sent me a note that said we were beyond reconciliation… and fortunately, it was just our relationship that died instead of Wi-Phi. I tend to think that I got the better end of the deal.
Zerberting his neck is way easier than trying to zerbert hers.
Stories That Are All True 
I admit I had to look up the term “zerbert.” I cannot believe there is a word for that, and that I now know it. LOL
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