I just completed two days of regular work at my job.

…i never talk about my job here…but I can say this, I suppose.

I was out, recovering from surgery. And then I went back to work. And now it’s the weekend.

For two weeks of recovery, and now two days of regular work, I have not been worried. I feel like I have been fighting to get breaths of air for every day of my life as a mom. Four years she is now.

And every day the goal was to find air. Air had a lot of different meanings.

But for the last two days, regular days, I haven’t been fighting.

I don’t know what to do with myself