i wont apologize for the travel-log this week because it is what it is,

but i will say that by mid-morning yesterday i had only the hope
of future motivation to get anything done around the house.

it was mid-afternoon when my boyfriend
sent me a formal invite.

it was titled “sanity supper”

i jumped up, put make-up on,
and with a child crawling all over,
finished all of the laundry, vacuumed,
changed my sheets….the works.

something had lit a fire under me.
i could already tell this was just what i needed.

at 5:45 sharp, mr. clifford rang my bell.

{so punctual, as always.}

he is sporting a beard since its movember,
and it looks so dashing on him.
i will admit, i swooned.

and for a moment, i forgot i had a child somewhere…

he swayed like a nervous 16 year old, and said,

“you have a kid?”
“yeah… is that going to be a problem?”
“no, no, i’m into kids…”

he broke character to play with his boy for a bit and to give me props on the house.
much needed validation goes a long way…

and after a night of burgers and endless fries and biggest loser,
i felt like me again.

today, i woke up to a clean, happy home with a
fresh, happy me.

i would say, “lets not let that happen again…”
but lets be real,

this wont be the last sanity supper at the clifford abode…