One of my closest friends calls today. She says, “How is your Sunday going?”
I say, “My family needs to hop in the van and take a six hour drive in the country. Wayne (my husband) has requested eighteen hugs today. I’m all about hugs but anything over fifteen is hug overload. I’m relaxing on the deck. The kids have this thing where they come out every five minutes and say, Hi Mom. Then they laugh like it’s the most fucking hilarious thing they ever did. I’m like the charm wore off fifteen Hi Moms ago. Geez. I’m a class A jerk. But I do love my family. From a distance.