Broken Crayons Still Color

I don't think I've ever talked about how Friday is my absolute favorite day of the week. Even when I was unemployed for eight months that was one thing that never changed. I'm not sure when I realized that Friday was my favorite day, but I LOVE it. I seem to be in the best moods on Fridays even though 95% of the time we don't have anything special or out of the ordinary planned. It's just something about knowing I made it through another week. My work day is always short on Fridays (because I work hard the other 4 days!) so I am able to get some routine "chores" done before the weekend. I get to the grocery store, I do laundry, I work from home, I can schedule personal appointments, sometimes I take a nap. This summer I used Friday afternoons as my pool day. I read a book and soaked up as much vitamin D as I wanted. It's a constant in my sometimes hectic and unpredictable routine. Friday afternoons are mine as long as it works out for me to arrange my

I'm not sure how to preface this blog post so I'm just going to jump right in. I have known abandonment and rejection my entire life, starting as far back as I can remember. Abandonment from my family, rejection from family and friends. When I was growing up we would go to my aunt and uncle's house to celebrate Christmas with my dad's family They lived in an old, two story, farm house. The upstairs of their home had four bedrooms and a bathroom. One of our (my cousins, sister, and I) favorite things to do at their house was to play barbies. My cousin who grew up there had the greatest collection. The best place to set up our Barbie play area was in the bathroom. We would use the tub and sink for pools, etc. My sister and two cousins would, without fail, always lock me out of the bathroom. I would yell and cry and beg them to let me in. I would give in and be a tattle tale. Even that didn't always work. I would get retribution for telling on them, more name callin