Day 128
When your husband travels for
work, the biggest act of kindness I sometimes show my kids is that I keep them
all alive for Daddy to see when he returns.
I don’t know about other
families, but for us, it’s party time when Dad leaves. Or, that’s what the boys believe.
Food flies across the dinner
table. Water overflows the
tub. Ninjas “train” on my
bed. It’s Animal House for the
Elementary set.
Tonight’s topper is my repeated
request for I. (the good one!) to stop bouncing a small basketball off the
walls of my bedroom. He grouses
and slumps his shoulders (the unfairness of it all!) before sending the ball on
one last joy ride. This time it
smacks the cream painted ceiling and leaves a perfect, round imprint of grime.
I count to ten. I breathe in. I exhale out.
And I send everyone to bed.
The sudden peace allows me to
kick back, stare at the spot on the ceiling and calculate the hours until Chaz’
plane lands.
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