Most days are pretty much the same for me. I wake up, get myself and Sol ready for the day, drop her off at daycare and drive to work, spend the day at work (probably Googling random things throughout the day), pick Sol up from daycare, go home, probably coat something in spraypaint (holy wow, do I love that stuff), pull a couple staples out of the chair I'm s-l-o-w-l-y trying to reupholster, kick said chair at least twice, send Sol to bed, do the dishes, and head to bed myself.
And then, peppered far too often throughout the day, I find myself wrapped up in nasty bouts of "I-hate-Sol's-father."
And it's exhausting.
And I hate hating him.
One of my favorite skits on the Carol Burnett Show contains the following line: "When confronted with a foe, bless him, praise him, let him go." It might kill me (okay, okay, maybe that's a *smidge* dramatic), but that's exactly what I'll do. Regardless of what he's done to me, to Sol, or to anyone else he's wronged, I will bless him, I will praise him, I will let him go.