Was pretty much what I expected. I got out of class and ended up meeting a friend to kill some time and talk to one another. This worked out great, until my friend had to go home. We had a nice time talking and spending some time together. A few tears were shed, laughs were shared, you know the usual. Getting home and into bed was the hard part. I knew I would get there and Buggy wouldn't be waiting for me. She wouldn't come crawling to the door to greet me with her big toothy grin. Instead she was with him. Though I knew she was in good hands, I still missed her like crazy.
After forcing myself into bed, I tried to fill my time with watching stuff online. Which, of course, didn't work. I eventually got so exhausted that I fell asleep. First thing in the morning, I called him. He didn't answer. The previous evening, after I had gotten out of class, I tried to call as well but got no answer. I decided then I'd call him on my way to work. That ended up being a good idea. I spoke with him and he said she was fine. Temporarily that made me feel better.
I worked a long time today. Spent some time with my students, got four of my mains that I'll always care for, and didn't get a lunch. Apparently coming in at noon and working until after six doesn't get you a half hour break. This to me is ridiculous, but whatever I guess. I need a job and they gave me one.
There are countless things in life to get angry, upset, or aggrevated over but the most important thing is that we learn to let it go. I will never know what happens to Buggy at her daddy's house, but until then I trust they he is doing his best.
Each day is a new opportunity to get it right. I still keep taking it one step at a time..
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