Author: Frances

Tuesday

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Skipped yesterday because I set up a strict regimen for my work and was able to really get some things done but it’s a sick day today for my Nora. She’s sick enough to stay home, but not so sick that she’s sleeping all day. Pulled out the puzzle I’d been saving since before Christmas – that’ll buy me some time. On these days, I always sense, deep down, that I should be savoring this time; that it’s all going so quickly. I should curl up with her, find a movie, cuddle. But man, it’s hard to find a balance when you’re still in the momentum of life.

Sunday

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Sick day for my Nora. None of us slept last night. Some things I spent the night thinking about:

  1. Specific work projects for which, realistically, I don’t have the time to complete even though they absolutely must be completed. 
  2. The throbbing in and behind my sore eye. 
  3. General work projects: will they continue to be there (of course, somehow) or will we become destitute (definitely, probably no)?
  4. Poor sick Nora who, even in her illness and even after throwing up and returning from emptying her liquid bowels, insists with steely resolve that she is fine. Absolutely fine. 
  5. My clingy little love monkey, Sam, and how, when we’re apart for a day, his loving suffocation amps up exponentially. 
  6. How will I get that work project done?! Especially if Nora stays home on Monday?
  7. Bills. Shit. Friday was the first. Everything is due all over again. 

Tonight will be an early night for all of us. Tomorrow is another day. 

Saturday

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Tough morning. A lot on my mind and again, windy as fuck. Eyes hurt and head hurts. Wore comfy clothes for running errands but feeling like I’m constantly talking myself down from panic. Line for the Starbucks drive-up was ridiculous and unacceptable. Settled for a sub-par cappuccino from somewhere else and immediately put Patsy Cline on the turntable.

Friday

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Friday with Sam. I’ll drink my coffee slowly while I catch up on a show. Together we’ll search for his prized Lightning McQueen car. Then we’ll head to our dear neighbor’s house for some coffee talk where we swap stories and affirm each other until we both sit back and sigh contentedly, amazed at the good fortune we’ve found in each other. 

Thursday

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Just cold enough outside to feel uncomfortable, though the willow tree has buds all over it.

I’m feeling nostalgic after receiving an email from Nora’s teacher reminding everyone that the end of the school year will come, and soon. So this morning I’m slowing everything down and ignoring the lists of “shoulds” in my head. There’s cello music coming from my headphones as I watch the people buzz about me in the coffee shop – another odd, mismatched soundtrack.

Wednesday

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Rainy day. Wearing my fuchsia tights in an effort to bring the bright, though I had to cut the waistband off the top because I’m too old and wise to suffer for something as stupid as a waistband. Van Morrison on the turntable at work. I will take a moment to listen to the sound of cars driving through the rain, the subtle tick-tock of the clock, the hum of the radiator. All around us, a soundtrack is playing.

Tuesday

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Headed to MIA later with my love. I decide to go grunge-chic with my look. One kid misses a bus just to keep me honest. I decide not to go into a panic and take it as it comes. This won’t matter in a month or a week. Hell, it doesn’t matter now. Life is so much bigger than missed busses. 

Monday

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Leisurely morning with my boy. I’ll drink coffee in my flowing kimono robe that always makes me feel like a cross between luxury and grandma Dolores. I’ll ignore the weekend aftermath around me, catch up on Girls to the soundtrack of Sam playing superheroes. 

Sunday 

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Easter Sunday. Making French press coffee today because that seems special and it’s Easter and I have no idea what to do with this day anymore. So Special French Press coffee it is. Oh, and a pound of thick cut fancy bacon for my family. 

Saturday

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Heading home. Scouting out a local coffee shop for a breakfast sandwich and good coffee before we go. Long drive ahead but we’ll spend it memorizing Hamilton lyrics and remembering yesterday.