Notes from an almost-empty-nester
I finish lunch and head to the kitchen only to find that H has left his plate and bowl unwashed in the sink. Again.
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I remember everything. Or at least I think I do. Like I remember the time I lost my phone then went around asking the children to call me, turned the whole house upside down only to find it ringing grumpily in my wardrobe from deep under beneath my clothes where I’d left it.
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Trigger warning: Depression
It clings to her like tar.
She heads for the refrigerator and picks out a cube of ice rubbing it feverishly over her face, trying to erase its traces.
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I woke up yesterday morning to much activity in the kitchen. H and N were making pancakes, well mostly N.
This past week has been a tough one. Both N and I went down with a bout of viral fever, followed by a persistent rash and then a lingering joint pain. As it turned out, it wasn’t viral at all but a mild version of one of the mosquito diseases.
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It’s exam time.
You’re deep into your books. Portion, syllabus, timetables dominate your mind space. You’re a walking talking mugging studying zombie.
No one gets this better than mom. She’s there. All the time.
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