Internet, how I've neglected you. Can you ever forgive me?
Sunday was one of those days where I hit a wall. Monday started out as one of those days that I have nightmares about. But it was saved by an impromptu visit from Jo, and Naomi going for an overnight with her beloved Nana. I've spent the week
PMSing recovering. I seem to be on the mend now. (Note to self- listening to nothing but Interpol will BRING YOU DOWN. Don't do it! Mix it up!)
Everything I've written this week is utterly unpostable. Subjecting you to that much self-pity would have been grounds for Typepad to eat my blog whole.
Onto other news.
Naomi's understanding of divorce comes in spurts.
Today she announced her divorce from her husband, Ethan, who's a classmate of hers. (They have been married for a few weeks). Today at the park she rebounded with her boyfriend, Aidan. But not before telling all the sordid details of her need for personal space from Ethan. Here's a picture of the happy couple at the park.
At least she's processing.
Her teachers tell me she is doing well with the divorce stuff. I've been impressed and a little alarmed by her emerging coping mechanisms, like the entourage of invisible people she travels with. But she seems happy, she sleeps okay, and people tell me this is all normal. She is a resilient girl. I cross my fingers and hope for the best.