8:23PM

Meeting is over. Meanwhile I'm driving for an hour I try to find out how I'm feeling about the outcome. Am I happy? excited? delighted? So many question marks. I try to see everything with open eyes and not be judgemental. Will it be something to go for, or not? Only future can tell.

When I get home, my young man is still out and about with his friend. They're having pizza for dinner. Changing clothes to something more comfortable. Then I can hear their voices. My young man is back. He rushes in through the door asks me if he can keep on playing with his friend? I tell him yes, but at our place. Before I know it, he says no, slightly pushes me in my tummy, closing the door in front of me, and tell his friend's mam that I agreed upon him playing at their house. What? Did that just happen? My young man said and did that?

Putting on flip flops, walking over to our neighbours, telling them I didn't agree upon what my young man said. Chit chat for a hot minute. Going home with my son. Starving. As I'm walking into the kitchen to make dinner, I'm falling down. My young man's cowboys, naitive Indians and military people have all occupied the kitchen floor. As I fall down I get a quick glimpse at the time it's 8:23PM.