Margaritaville
Today was a busy, horrible day, running from one department to another. When I finally finish, and I pack up to leave, I realize Mattias already has the girls in bed, and by the time I get home, they'll be fast asleep. The mommy guilt is unbearable, especially now that my time with Maggie is so limited. The thought makes me seethe with anger directed at Mark. It shouldn't be like this. He and I are around enough that they should either be with me or him, not spending the entire day with a nanny. But he shot himself in the foot, and now he'll never see Ana. And he has no one to blame but himself.
I slide into my car and decide to drive myself right across the street to Joe's. I need to decompress, and what better time than tonight when the girls won't even miss me. I need a drink and an injection of fun. Once upon a time I was more than Mommy, Chief, Mommy, Chief. At least I think I was. I hope I was.
I walk into Joe's and head to the bar, smiling and waving when I see Joe. I take a seat and order a scotch neat. It's really empty here tonight. The crowds will probably start rolling in after 11:00, but for now it's just me and my favorite bartender. At least the drinks will come quickly.
I slide into my car and decide to drive myself right across the street to Joe's. I need to decompress, and what better time than tonight when the girls won't even miss me. I need a drink and an injection of fun. Once upon a time I was more than Mommy, Chief, Mommy, Chief. At least I think I was. I hope I was.
I walk into Joe's and head to the bar, smiling and waving when I see Joe. I take a seat and order a scotch neat. It's really empty here tonight. The crowds will probably start rolling in after 11:00, but for now it's just me and my favorite bartender. At least the drinks will come quickly.