Friday, March 6, 2009

slice of life - 3/5/09

I lay spooning my husband, feeling the weight of the day. Not tired, but defeated, I need communion with my partner. My hand on his thigh I let the day's emotions roll over me:

*Inspiration from the day-long training *Concern for the work crisis that followed and the explanations and examinations that took place as everyone looked for one to blame. *Discouragement that Ander continues to bite and apologetic for the kids he bit at daycare that day. *Impatience as his tired and sick clinginess and tantrums filled the evening. *Disappointment that Laurie continues to just use the house and what it provides without contributing in any way. *The conflict of yet-another exchange between Shane and Laurie about the rules of the house. *Fear that the 2 hours of sleep Shane has lost this evening will cause him to be more tired tomorrow as he drives fuel across the state.

I can sense that Shane, too, is awake and not resting. We are communing without words. Lending support in our touch as we both process and release this day.
“Good night love,” he says.
“Good night lover,” I reply.

1 comment:

Chrichelle Fernandez said...

Your words in this blog were so emotionally powerful. I sympathize with you greatly as you hear often of my own daily struggles. You're a wonderful mom and an amazing woman, Cathy. Long overdue, but I'd like to say that I'm thankful and honored to know you.