I have not written in a month.
I started teaching a summer school course in June, and frankly, it is kicking my butt. Two nights a week I am away from Aidan and home at 11pm.
I like my students. It is a lot of money.
I love teaching.
But it is killing me.
I am exhausted.
I never seem to have enough money, time, or help. Yet, I am happy.
My relationship continues to enrich my life, and make the difficulties seem bearable somehow. As I told Mr. Wonderful the other morning "thank you for filling my tank."
Filling the tank to deal with bills, less sleep, and more work than I can manage. I fill up with the love that he brings, but he never speaks of.
I feel it nontheless, and it makes me happy.
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