It’s 7:20am on this Saturday morn. I have just come home from my part-time job as a Resident Care Assistant for the elderly. When I walked into my home, I find my 12yr old son in the recliner, my husband on the couch, and my two little ones on a palate of blankets on the floor. All of them are sound asleep.
You see, we have only one air conditioner in the house, and the livingroom is where it is, so that is where they sleep on such hot nights. It is a heat wave here in the Midwest. This is something we are certainly not accustomed to. But, before I digress further, let me explain my thoughts as my tired body walked in the door…..
… A bit of regret that one of them wasn’t up waiting to run to me and hug me.
… A bit of relief that all are sleeping and I will get to throw off these hot shoes and clothing for a house dress without interruption.
… A bit of pain from staying awake all night and aching joints not cooperating.
…A bit of peace, to be able to do whatever I want with these precious few moments this morning before the demands of the wife and mother of me begin.
…A bit of guilt for not cleaning or cooking while I have this opportunity.
Such a strange and wonderful grouping of emotions, don’t you think?
And now, a bit of sleepiness is overcoming my body as I type and see around my computer, children beginning to stir. What to do now….a bit of indecision.
Nikki Lynne
The struggle with emotions is a rather complex one is it not? On one hand its these emotions that give us our uniqueness and yet they also are often our most troubling nemesis.
You have a great idea inplace here; keep writing!
CM