I have a confession. One I'm unsure of whether or not I should make on this public blog. But this is, as I've said, not only my way to be in contact with all of you virtual people, but also my personal journal. One that I hope to keep for my future. Something that I can use to better understand myself, the decisions I've made and their consequences. That being said, this confession may come as a shock to most of you. Especially those that have known me for so long. I apologize in advance for any distress this admission may cause you...
I have a new love in my life. A love that I am guarding with bared teeth and might consider leaving my family for, should the decision be brought to a head. Them or B? I don't know, folks. I honestly don't know. I mean, my new love only brings me joy and happiness. B never causes me stress or worries and only asks for a bit of care from time to time. Just a few, kindly, quiet words of love and B will do whatever I ask. What more could I desire? To be cared for so completely is a foreign concept to me. One that I never thought I could attain. And honestly? One that I never fully let myself believe was possible.
Oh B... Where have you been all my life? How did I exist before your unexpected entrance into my world? I don't know what fates brought me this luck and to say I am grateful is like saying the sky is blue.
Beautiful, right? Excuse his empty tummy. I had to perform a little of that above-mentioned care after using my new Bissell on our first floor. Our first floor which apparently hadn't been properly vacuumed in weeks. Our first floor which was SO FILTHY that I had to empty the canister 4 TIMES.
4 Times, folks. 4 canisters full of dirt, cat hair, food crumbs, and God Knows What Else that we were living in.
Excuse me while I gag a bit.
You can understand why I am obsessed with my new love, right? You can understand why even the entrance of another new love pales in comparison, right? You can understand why the mourning period for my Hoover (God rest its soul which left us this morning) was brief and quickly forgotten.
Now please excuse me for I have to unlock the bathroom door and gently reinstall the filters that I lovingly rinsed with "warm soapy water". The bathroom that I locked even though my beautiful children did the potty dance all night, begging to use the downstairs toilet.
"No way! Go upstairs. My beloved's personal effects are slowly drying, awaiting my next use! You may NOT be near them!!"
Yes. I actually deprived my children from the closest restroom. I told you I was obsessed.
Now I have to find a way to gently break the news to Patrick...
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