I rarely want time to move faster, days to end, years to go by. I plan for tomorrow but much further out and I’m useless. Now, however, I want it to be Wednesday.

I’ll be back home on Wednesday. Bear will be at work, Maverick will be at daycare (Pray for good poop, people!) and I’ll have a few hours of peace. I expect I’ll be curled up in a ball on the sofa, bing watching Netflix and crying till my eyes are sore.

I won’t be able to cry, really, till then. Oh, I’ve done my share already but as of tomorrow, I have to drive for 6 hours – crying is not advised while going 80 mph – then I have to be tough at the service because everyone around me will be falling apart. Or brawling. And someone better grab the urn if a brawl breaks out. I shall say no more about that. On Monday, my dear friend is taking me shopping – we’re going to not one, but two Dollar Trees. I’m quite excited about that, by the way. I seriously love Dollar Tree because you can get the BEST junk for $1.25! And the joy of the hunt for goodies is way needed right now. He will not allow me to cry, he’ll do his best to make me laugh the entire day. And he’s very good at making me laugh. I know too that he won’t leave me alone till evening, so I won’t have time to wallow. Tuesday morning, I drive home. Again, can’t really cry, although this will be tough, I’m not sure when I’ll be back – the ones I go see are fewer and fewer each year.

When I left in June, I knew I’d never see my sister again in this life. I knew for the last month that someone was getting ready to cross over but I wasn’t sure who it was. It doesn’t make it easier, knowing in advance.

Also, Maverick is still home, but I’m happy to report he had much better poops today. Yesterday and today, Mommah got smart and fed the old boiled chicken/plain pasta meals that get him back in shape. (He won’t eat rice. He won’t eat hamburger and rice. He won’t eat hamburger. He is a wee tad fussy) (Plain pasta is fine, by the way) (And scrambee eggs, which he’ll have for supper along with his chicken/pasta meal) I’m praying that by Monday, when Bear takes him to daycare, all will be well. Bear will not be pleased if he has to go get him during the day. (He thinks the daycare owner is overly paranoid, he’ll be annoyed with her, not Maverick) (I understand why she’s protective, but it can still sometimes make life difficult when you’ve got plans disrupted)

So, I’m still expecting a possible brawl although I’m being told that everyone is getting along. I know this family too well – they ARE my monkeys and it IS my circus – to not think that someone is planning something. Stay tuned for more poop news and more brawl news!