Okay. So. I like Hillary Clinton. A lot. AND I like that she’s a lady. But! That still doesn’t explain why I can’t talk about this election without crying. So what gives? Sure I have my period so intensely Mike Pence would want me to give it a funeral, but even that can’t be the only thing that’s making me cry. I have been crying about this election since Hillary clinched the nomination.
And now? Happy tears are-- um-- NOT HAPPY.
Her speech today you guys. Her speeeeeeech. The kids were all at school, and I just sat on my bed and ugly cried with my hair in a towel. And when it was almost over, I started to panic a little bit because that's it. The last one. The last time she'll talk to us as our almost-commander-in-chief (SHE WON THE POPULAR VOTE), and I kind of was counting on her to be around for at least the next 4 years. An inaugural address or 2. Press conferences. States of the Union. Correspondence dinners. Pardoning turkeys. Picking out the White House china (because of COURSE she would have to do that, too). Landing on an aircraft carrier-- okay maybe not that one. Also, Tim Kaine quoted scripture, Langston Hughes, and Faulkner. THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN in the Trump administration.
I threw away this whole pitcher of vodka/basil/lemon cocktail I made last night because we never got around to drinking it because there was nothing to celebrate.
I fell asleep around 12:30 before the race was called and woke up at 4:30 to the news, and I have been up since.
And the day has basically been a photo and grooming fail:
But the big kids had early release, and Dorothy had ballet, and there was a book fair and teacher conferences, and we did it all. I talked about the election with the kids, and all three boys watched the speech and we talked about it, too. I made mac and cheese for lunch and grilled cheese and tomato soup for dinner (although I have only had a turkey sandwich, two oatmeal raisin cookies, and some /a shitload of wine since Trump became President-Elect. Make America thin again!)
Kids are a gift.