Breakup Update – I’m Still Here

It’s been a few days.  Five days to be exact, since I’ve shared the goings ons, and progresses and silver linings behind breakup bullshit.

So I’m back to fill you in.

Day 5 – I was on a roll.  Snapping pictures and drinking water and writing and shit.  Then it hit me, and I spent a considerable time wallowing in something between sadness and embarrassment.  Did you *really* post your dirty assed kitchen sink for the world to see Scheherazade? was the soundtrack of the day, which was only slightly calmed with yeah, don’t worry.  It’s not the whole world.  It’s about 10 people, 8 of whom have been in your kitchen.  

Moving on…

I’ve visited my garden a few times, and since I all but blew the spring season, I’m gonna shoot for fall crops. This means lettuces, spinach, and radishes.  So, that’s what I’m gonna plant.  In October, I’m gonna plant more spinach.  Maybe I can find some collard or kale plants that need a new home.  At any rate, I’ve got amazing mint, which hasn’t overtaken everything, which is a surprise.

I slept.  Lots.  I’d take my son to Freedom School, come home, and sleep until it was time to pick him up. That’s all day.  I sat in my kitchen and looked at my sink.

By that night though, I’d managed to clean my sink, and counter, cook dinner and put leftovers away.

August 2016. Kitchen sink, counter, dinner. LaCroix Water, which I do not like. Wax cube, seasoning, and mustard out of place.



Day 6 – The kitchen is still clean.

I’m starting to feel it though.  That empty that happens when it’s officially the longest you’ve gone without it.  I’m still trying to put words to it.  During my The Affair binge, I learned what FOMO was. And yes, I’m certain that a key ingredient to that empty that I’m feeling, is in fact the FOMO.  Fear Of Missing Out.

Definition of FOMO in English:

Pronunciation: /ˈfōmō/
noun, informal

Anxiety that an exciting or interesting event may currently be happening elsewhere, often aroused by posts seen on a social media website:

Or, in this case, absence of social media interaction.

And to be fair, I’m not off of all social media, the other platforms just don’t do it for me.


Today was a water heavy day.   Nothing of note or particularly inspirational.  Just blah.

Water, FOMO and blah.

Day 7 – Morning text:  Hey Sche!  Come eat.

Sister-friend love served right.
Sister-friend love served right <3

So, I took my son and went to breakfast.  Had a good talk, and even better breakfast:

Shrimp & Grits (dripping with butter) with Spinach Omelette.

I ate the omelette before I could take a picture of it.

I ate and laughed and drank water.

Talked about growing older and next steps. We talked about health and how the body has it’s way of letting you know when you need to stop playing and take care of yourself.  We’re not in our twenties anymore.  Shit hurts.  And silver lining- There’s nothing like a cramp that yanks your toe both in toward your heart and up toward the sky simultaneously, to make you forget about anything that could possibly be missing out on the Facebook.  Praise the toe cramp.

Toes cramping up?  Up your water and mineral intake:

  • Yogurt, low-fat milk, and cheese are all high in calcium.
  • Spinach and broccoli are good sources of potassium and magnesium.
  • Almonds are high in magnesium.
  • Bananas are high in potassium.

Day 7 ends with the son’s sleepover.  He’s hosting one of his schoolmates and my former student.  We were supposed to execute these grand plans of gardening and bike riding and water parking.  So far, we’ve pizza’d and video gamed.  And though the mom guilt kicks in hard, my good friend and neighbor reminds me that they’re boys.  They’re fine.  And right now, I’m practically winning in awesome momness.

Days 8 and 9, to come.


scheherazade w parrish

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