Now, we’re parked at a loves a little outside of phoenix. Joe pulled into casino parking. He hit his knee and feels more comfortable boondocking. I dont care, I want to get on the road tomorrow and what easier way than being right at the truck stop. Get fuel while it’s “cold” and hit the road after major rush hour. Blam. Atreyu is sleeping in the toy area. Both of them fell asleep whilst driving but Galixy scrunched over weird so he wasnt so happy.
Poor boy. He bashed his face today. Tripped over the kitty litter and hit his lip on an edge. Bloody lip. I asked him to smile. Front teeth are broke. I want to cry just thinking about it. I was putting pressure on his lip and the blood drained from my head. I asked Katie for help just in time. I fucking fainted for the second time in my life. I’m laughing and crying about this bullshit. I’m so lucky Katie was there. I hit my back on something but managed to lay down.
Fainting is like entering another dimension. Everything becomes weird and fuzzy and I enter this dream state where something completely different is going on. Not whatever made me faint. All of a sudden I hear a statement that comes from our reality and doesn’t tie into that place. The confusion brings me back to the fuzzy realness and I need air. Everything hurts and the fainting situation hits me.
We ended up feeding the kids ice cream to remedy Galixy’s pain. It seemed to work because in no time he was back at playing and running about. I really hope this teaches him to be aware of his feet more. I still feel horrible.
In an attempt to include extraneous thoughts I’ve saved on my notepad (outside interaction bring those on and I try my best, and mostly fail, to make note of these) I also want to talk about the importance of peers. And by that I mean like super small boxed. A friend, someone that is really on your wave length and has a spot of time and space full of love.
I feel like my peers are really far and few in between. How many single traveling moms do you know? I count single moms that have once traveled, ladies that have raised their children and are now traveling, or any variation of those or sometimes even separate, depending. Sometimes all it has to be is someone with a lot of tolerance for perspective to be my peer, regardless of age. But in truth, that time you spend with someone that really kinda knows what your life is like. Being able to almost wordlessly be transparent and understand, no shame, or bragging, just togetherness. I fucking love that. It’s so important to know that this “insanity” isn’t alone.
To be clear, I do consider myself insane by societal standards. I choose a life of poverty to avoid “normally accepted” parameters. Fuck your system and the food stamps this government is throwing a hissy fit about a wall and thinks taking my kids food allowance will make it happen? We’ll eat out of the dumpster. That wall budget is way to high (5bil for what???) And have you heard about shovels and tunnel engineering? They dont give no damns about yo wall. Where’s the wall for the ocean and Canadian border? Wait… are we trying to keep them out or us in?
*cough* sorry for the spew, but, guys, wake up! The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. I will approach my life with intention of happiness in every day because I’m here now. I’m squeezing the most out of this melon and what happens will happen, unavoidably. (Revolt!)
I f*ing love you. Carry on!
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