Sometimes you are just glad a day is over

As of today, I am legally and officially divorced.  That's right.  Got the paperwork to prove it.  But what was weird about it was there wasn't a judge's signature.  It was a stamp.  A stamp with the judge's name on it.  Just once.  And I had to think it was so strange that all my time and effort and tears went into something so huge for me that boiled down to a rubber stamp.

But I do feel it.  I feel the true, legal separation.  I feel the natural yet unwelcome sound of me saying aloud "my ex-husband".  Oh, I was never going to be divorced.  I was never going to get married.  And then when I was married I was never going to get divorced.  So much for what I thought.

I fell asleep on an icepack and gave myself shallow frostbite again.  My ass freaking itches.

I puked up my breakfast rather violently and then slept for hours. (Note: I am a baby because my SIL and my bestie both do nothing but puke during their pregnancies.)

No food = no fuel = exhaustion.

When I went to the store to pick up ingredients for my salad, not only did it take forever to get there because of the distance, but there was of course the road construction.  So we get there, find the ingredients, and the cashier was a total bitch.  When I got home, I realized she hadn't put my napa cabbage in my freaking bag.  Now we have to go back, although the manager said he'd take care of it for me because my dad called on my behalf.  He's great.

But then my little sister arrived and surprised everyone!  Well, my dad and I knew, but no one else did and there were tears and screams and so much love.  I know I cried and I'm glad my mom didn't actually have a heart attack.  Just being around her makes everything seem brighter in my world.  She is wonderful.  She kind of saved my day so to speak.

Tomorrow is another day and I'm glad for it.  More sister, more siblings!  Less BS.  Fantastic.