Yes, Indeed
It's fun watching your team win. In the snow. Decisively.
It's fun going to a birthday party for your six year old attended by your children and your ex and his family and your boyfriend and everyone gets along and there is barely a hint of tension in the room and even though no kids show up (what is it with Jack's birthday parties and the no-shows?) the adults make up for it by calling it a family party. And we all go outside and whack the pinata and Jack deals the decisive blow and there's candy for everyone. And the presents I dug up from the guest room closet which were left behind by Grandma for Xmas and forgotten get added to the pile so Jack doesn't even notice that there aren't any kids there he's having such a good time opening presents and blowing out candles and saying speeches for the camera.
It's fun.
It's fun having a few pain-free hours. It's fun putting on makeup for a change and realizing that hey, I can wear that sweater that I haven't been wearing and put those earrings on and actually look half-decent today inspite of my swollen elephant sausage feet and calves which are shoved into the clogs.
It's a good day.
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