Today was like any other day. It started early in the morning, at seven, as I wake up to the sound of my father's voice and peeked, only to find them hurrying for school, apparently, already running late.
It was the same really, slow and boring.
At 8am, I sent the little one to school and headed home for breakfast. Ate two slices of toast with dad as we talked about (of all things) butter and (yes you've guessed it) toast. Not to forget the occasional joke, talking about Amani and laughing about ourselves. There are times when my father can be so easily approachable, and then there are times when he is just off limits, elsewhere, deep in his thoughts it gets hard to communicate. Whatever it was, I liked the times we clicked :)
By evening, I find myself feeling agitated but could not understand why. Maybe it was the fact that everyone's having a good time, going out while I', stuck at home with three kids in my hands. Or maybe it's the fact that I procratinated and wasted precious (if not valuable) time when I could've been doin the laundry. Maybe it was the fact that the house was in a messy state and seemed a little too stuffy for my own liking. Maybe, just maybe, it's because I don't have you with me.
It has been such a day. Ordinary, but with the frequent change of moods.
Sigh.
It was the same really, slow and boring.
At 8am, I sent the little one to school and headed home for breakfast. Ate two slices of toast with dad as we talked about (of all things) butter and (yes you've guessed it) toast. Not to forget the occasional joke, talking about Amani and laughing about ourselves. There are times when my father can be so easily approachable, and then there are times when he is just off limits, elsewhere, deep in his thoughts it gets hard to communicate. Whatever it was, I liked the times we clicked :)
By evening, I find myself feeling agitated but could not understand why. Maybe it was the fact that everyone's having a good time, going out while I', stuck at home with three kids in my hands. Or maybe it's the fact that I procratinated and wasted precious (if not valuable) time when I could've been doin the laundry. Maybe it was the fact that the house was in a messy state and seemed a little too stuffy for my own liking. Maybe, just maybe, it's because I don't have you with me.
It has been such a day. Ordinary, but with the frequent change of moods.
Sigh.
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