My daughter, my angel, my firstborn princess left me yesterday. She left me for someone else. And I feel like a kindergartener who’s lost their favorite teddy bear.
I’ve cried. I’ve bawled. I’ve moped. I’ve drank. I’ve slept. And I’ve cried some more. 32 hours and counting without Cheyenne…I wonder what the rest of the week will be like.
Her dad and his girlfriend arrived Saturday around 2:00 p.m. to pick Cheyenne up for an afternoon of fun at the mall. Afterwards, we all gathered together at Olive Garden (wow–I just realized–"Olive" Garden, "Olive" branch–coincidence? Yeah, probably.) for dinner. We actually had a fabulous time altogether. And I’m officially taking back all the rants and raves and complaints I had the other day about my ex. Yep, things went that smoothly. And I’m all but madly in love with the girlfriend myself. (They’ve been best friends for years, so it’s not like they just met at a bar or something.)
Cheyenne will have a fine time. I have no doubt of that. I will busy myself with chores and other fun things, like…shopping.
Last night, an intoxicated Caleb and I bit into some fresh jalepeno peppers–biggest mistake of my life. My ears hurt. My eyes…burned. And I won’t even get into how I’m feeling today–just from the pepper, not the beer mind you. Ouch. Scary.
So, a little less drinking and pepper-eating, and a little more bike-riding and house-cleaning. Cheyenne will be back in no time.
I got pictures of the awesome dresses my little sis picked out for her wedding, which will take place in Pensacola in October. I can’t wait to go back home, but even more, I can’t wait to get dressed up, get a tan, have my nails done, put my hair up and wear make-up–all with a very legitimate excuse.
Hope everyone had a bearable Monday.