** was supposed to post this on Saturday but was too busy**
My head is starting to hurt – that must mean I’m thinking again. Or, it could mean that I drank too much last night. I went out with a girlfriend who is getting divorced – unwillingly I might add, but she’s making progress – and together with another (single) friend – we had a few cocktails. We were an odd group, really. There was MiniMartha (my friend), CareerGirl (her friend) and BoozyBuddhist (that’s me) talking about trying to move forward in our lives. MiniMartha is fragile, but determined to hang on to her dignity as she struggles to let go of a marriage she doesn’t really want to let go of. They don’t have kids, they never wanted any. She can’t imagine kissing another man after 16 years. Her husband told her one day that he wanted a divorce, that he was done, really done and moved out. I know there’s two sides to the story but I can relate to her on the level of one who never thought she’d be where she was. CareerGirl is looking for love online and like a lot of single girls I know is having a hard time finding what they want. And me BoozyBuddhist is moving forward to motherhood and the more she begins to compile her lists, the more excited/terrified she is. ONE MORE DELICIOUS LEMON DROP MARTINI PLEASE AND KEEP ‘EM COMING! What an odd trio. We did have a bit of fun though. But unlike the girls in Sex and the City, we’re not getting any!
On the home front, we’re looking at flight dates and checking out accommodations and counting our pennies, trying to imagine what this is going to look like without well, knowing. worrying if we’ll all be home by Christmas and parking and when should we go if we leave after she delivers, we’ll be hit with a huge airline bill, so we’ll just take our chances by going around due date time and waiting and omg what if she’s really late and we’re stuck there for Christmas and who will take care of Juno? Little stuff like that.