September has been busy. Very busy. I've barely been home before 8pm the whole month. Back to work. 3 academic preps (I am teaching 3 different academic courses, which mean a lot of prep and a lot of marking). Hockey. I am now the manager of K's team. Leigh is the head coach. I'm involved with the association. It's busy. Too busy. It's been barely-seeing-your-kids-kinda busy.
But it's good. The time I am with my kids is totally invested. We are developing new friendships. I am loving my classes. And other being a little sick, I've stayed on top of everything.
Things will slow down but for now, we are making it work.
My best friend, cousin, previous roommate and overall go-to girl is moving away on Sunday. Far away. I am sad. Very sad. Deep in my gut sad. She is the person I go to for everything. Help with my kids, walks, company, to vent, to gossip, to spend very long periods of time talking to, to spend time with her adorable baby, to share meals as families. I love her and I am sad that she leaving me. But I am honestly, without resentment, happy that she is about to start this new chapter with her family.
But still sad.
Crying now.
People keep leaving me. It sucks.
Off to bed to prepare for our busy Saturday (soccer, hockey, fundraiser,
help my bestie prepare to move on Sunday, family dinner).
And goodbyes.
This will be a weekend of tears.
