My husband (will call Will-O in this blog) left for Chicago for 1.5 days. Ahhh, some space por moi. To not sound like suuuch a beeeyatch, Will-O has been home bound for MONTHS after being hit by a drunk driver this past September (on his birthday, no less). He broke 5 bones and suffered some soft tissue injuries. So he has one more surgery next week and really is doing well with his recovery.
So tonight I can spread out and do what I wish...Friday Night Lights--here I come.
Worst Part of the Day-
I have stated how much I love my job. I work with "at risk" teenage girls. They used to be called "wayward girls" years ago. I now know they are simply girls who have wayward parents. Today I had to give counseling to a very sweet, smart, screwed up kid who recently disclosed her father has been having sex with her weekly for years. (And I shook this man's hand when she first came to our facility...) The majority of girls we work with have been sexually abused by a family member, so this is not terribly shocking (albeit abhorrent, maddening, vomit-inducing). The kicker is that this girl stated today "I don't know if I can press charges, because then I will have no one. He's still my dad and I love him and I want him in my life." Ummmm. Whoa. As humans we do whatever we have to do for what we view as acceptance and love.
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So jealous of Will-O leaving!!! But my husband-o will be gone all Saturday night (to watch Pats/Jags game with pals - hooray!!!!!)
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