Wednesday, November 18, 2009
There are loads of laundry to do, and I'm in no mood to do it. Yet, I go through the hampers, and separate the whites from the darks. I drag myself to sort through the madness, and trek down to the laundry room. My mom calls, and inquires about her grandson. I tell her A.R. is fine and that he will return to school tomorrow. We talk briefly, she knows I'm busy and she says we'll talk later. I hang up, and I quickly go down the list of things I need to do before I prepare lunch for the recovering patient. I change the bed sheets, do some light cleaning here and there. I'm feeling tired and weary; more like grumpy. Could I be getting sick too? The last few days nursing A.R. back to health has finally taken a toll on me. I tell myself to take it easy - I'll do the other chores another day. I sit down at my desk to relax. However, I am back in cleaning mode, clearing up clutter and retrieving loose papers that fell behind my desk. I stumbled upon a postcard, and realized it was my son's artwork. It's a water colour painting! A.R gave it to me last year as a Christmas card. I have no idea how it ended up there but I'm so happy I found it. I smile and admire his masterpiece. This discovery has certainly made my day.