I am home. Hubby is bowling. And houseguests are ... gone. Two empty rooms. Macy is confused, but she will be fine.
I will be fantastic.
I've spent the evening dancing in the living room, cleaning a little (the real work starts tomorrow), and watching Food Network--in my underwear and a T-shirt. Because I can. I feel like I have a new lease on life (OK, that's a tired phrase, but it fits). While I can tell you to your face that I have felt like a prisoner in my own home, it's a different animal all together to experience the freedom again. Possibilities and hope lay in front of me like the yellow brick road. Getting my life back is like taking that first dive into the pool's cool water every summer. Emerging from the water, you're clean, refreshed, and ready to enjoy.
That's me.
