As I drove home, I reminded myself not to apologize when I walked into the house. I had not given a time; I was not late. But it was 10:30, and I had just spent four hours with friends on Pete's suggestion, and I felt bad. I felt like I had betrayed someone or something, that I was wrong and needed to say I was sorry. When I got home, the boy was asleep, and Pete was editing video in the kitchen. All was well.
I didn't apologize.
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Isn't it weird what parenthood does to people, especially Moms? I remember feeling like this-- a little bizarre? confused? discombobulated?--what's the right word to describe this? Anyway all was well and you can relax! Can't wait to see you all. Grammasue
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