But it’s the lies in your eyes that make me want to cry.

I’m not conscious of feeling overwhelmed, but I am really busy, and I start daily work again on Monday for the first time in several years, and I have lots of obligations and things I need to get done, so I guess it’s not all that surprising that last night I dreamed that my husband left me for this really cute, young, college-aged girlfriend (which he had been dating for a while and I was ok with — hello? dream self? — but then they decided they were better off without me), plus my credit cards were all maxed out, plus we had some enormous shared debt that for whatever stupid, martyring reason I was planning to take on all to myself in the divorce so my husband could enjoy himself with his girlfriend without worrying about money.

There was no Sophia. That would have been a bright spot, probably, which was why she was excluded.

I wonder if the cute young thing stealing my husband aspect was due to the hilarious antics of a friend’s two year old daughter yesterday, who decided that she loved Kurt and was using every tool in her arsenal to win him over. I’m told she doesn’t normally act that way, but yesterday she could hardly be budged from his lap, and was giving him hugs and smiles and bringing him toys to look at. It was cute! And not at all threatening, until my subconscious got hold of it and made her into an adult, anyway.