The world is upside down. Everything I thought I knew is wrong, and I feel compelled to go back to the basics. I lose myself as best I can- in my son’s new tricks. My middle child’s hot foot draped over my waist in the night. The silky smooth fur of my little blue cat.
This weekend I’m headed off on a road trip with TeenHer, despite her being grounded possibly for the rest of her time under my roof. I’m trying to infuse her with a dose of heavy empowering feminism this weekend. Trying to bind us together with good memories, powerful music, long conversations on the drive up.
For the first time possibly ever, I’m not looking forward to being gone from my babies.