I woke up the next day with a headache and a lot of regret... a lot.
I use all of Sunday as kind of a recovery day, since I have a major hangover. I also ponder for most of the day about my wild decision I had made with Mark and Adam's new boss.
I can't believe I would do something like that, mainly because I've always been a pretty calm person.
And then I kept thinking as I drank coffee early the next day, that he could be married- I could have just had an affair with a married man, which would have been terrible.
I'd been on the other end of that- I'd seen what it could do to families and I hated that. I hated that I didn't even ask before I insisted he come home with me.
But when Monday rolls around, I have to get out of bed and get the kids to the airport. I'm certain Betsy is mad at me, but she doesn't understand that there is very little I can do for her sister. She doesn't want my wisdom and she's thrown all of my guidance out the window since the moment she could talk back.... Betsy isn't much better most of the time.
"Hi, babies." I let off a smile as I wait for them in the driveway of their small house right outside of Santa Monica.
It's two bedrooms- tiny little yard and Betsy is not a great housekeeper. I love her, but she isn't.
They've only lived here for a couple of months, but it's still a work in progress, for sure.
"Hey, mama." Adam says as he pulls the suitcases down the sidewalk. "How are you feeling?" He chuckles lightly.
He was pretty hungover the day before as well- I knew he was because he called me to see if Bridget would bring over electrolytes.
"Better... with the help of lots of water." I pull open the back hatch of my SUV, watching as he tosses bags inside. "And you?" I lean to one side, waving gently once Betsy steps outside.
"Good, but be careful- she's in a bad mood." He warns, which I'm overly thankful for.
It's like walking on eggshells with her, always. Sometimes she's incredibly happy and then she lets all these inner demons eat away at her, which is where most of the tension comes from in our relationship. I've tried to understand both of my girls- I really have, but it's too hard.
They're both so different, yet so complicated and confusing.
"What's going on with her?" I whisper, watching as she trails towards us.
"The doctor called..." he lingers and I don't have to hear another word.
She's struggled to have a baby for the last year, which has probably been the worst thing in the world. I told her that she shouldn't worry about babies until she was married, but that's all she's ever wanted- a family. And to think that she may never have one, really kills me. But that's not a reason to be upset with everyone else.
"Ready to get your Hawaii on!" I smile, moving around Adam to open the back door for Betsy.
"So thrilled." She mumbles as she slumps down into the backseat.
