it just swung past the halfway point and entered the territory on the right with a call from dedee to let me know that my hours were going back to halftime again. at least i'm not crashing down in a cloud of post partum hormones along with it like i was the last time. no tears. just an unsurprised nod and a resistance to admitting the reality and allowing daydreams of long(er)walks in the park and afternoons in the pool to blossom unfettered.
maybe i'll write a book. but only if someone can provide me with the plot line. i'll share the royalties.