Happy Friday, folks. I hope you are all getting ready to enjoy the most out of yours. I’ve been in a bit of a funk this week, both work and home have seemed to get the better of me, and my muse left the building. I wrestled her to the ground today, and even though I didn’t feel like writing, knew I needed to write something, anything to get over that hump of frustration.
So I’m off to get a sassy new do, and pour myself a nice little cocktail when I get home to celebrate having made it through another week. I wish you a lovely day and hope you enjoy it to the best of your abilities! Cheers, Michela
Darla looked down at the stack of dishes, wondering when her life had become about cleaning up after her two precocious children. When Trevor and her decided to adopt, first Andre and then Anissa, she’d decided to quit her job and stay home with the kids. After all, this is what they’d dreamt of, a family to call their own. After years of trying, they’d finally decided if Darla couldn’t conceive on her own, they’d open up their home to a couple of children who could use loving parents.
She sighed heavily, wiping her hands on the dishtowel next to the sink. It had been a rough morning. Andre and his sister had decided to start their day battling wills, and the aruging hadn’t stopped all morning. Darla had finally sent them outside to play in the backyard, hoping they’d find something to entertain themselves individually so she could actually get something done other than refereeing another one of their arguments.
Come to think of it, she hadn’t heard any whining, crying or complaining for a while, which as any parent knows, silence usually means kids are up to no good. Stepping out onto the patio, she looked around, wondering what the pair were up to. Wandering towards the small playhouse they’d build in the far corner of the lot, she heard giggling. Not just giggling, but belly laughter.
Tiptoeing around the corner of the house, her jaw dropped open. There standing on a low hanging branch of the oak tree stood her two kids dressed up as superheroes. They were jumping down off the branch and zooming around, swooping up toy trucks and action figures as if they were saving the day. Each claiming to be braver than the other. Not wanting to disturb the peace, she backed slowly away, allowing her happy children to continue their epic battle between good and evil. She smile to herself as she went back to washing the dishes knowing that these kinds of days were the ones that made every other one worth it.