We do for others because we don't know how to do for ourselves. We do for others because we feel it is the only way to make up for the damage we feel our craziness is doing to society. We do for others because it makes us feel good when nothing else in the whole world does, not even pills. We stay quiet and sit in the corner because others seem so much more needy. We require so little, you and I. A fact which does not sit well with others who would label us as too much to handle. When in truth, all those such as us really need is a bit of understanding, a bit of reciprocation, maybe a touch on the cheek once in a while and a sly wink. The rest of the world is needy. I'd rather be crazy. ~~Aimee

Saturday, 24 December 2011

No Soup For YOU


So there we sat. I noticed Jigger occasionally looking at me and after he had looked at me for about the fifth time I finally said, "What?!". Not wanting to interrupt me because he thought maybe I was busy working or something, he very quietly said, "Are you going to cook dinner today?" To which I replied, "Yes, at 2 o'clock just like I do everyday. Why?" Then he says, "Well, because it's 2:33 now." 

Huh?! 

So yea apparently sometime after midnight my laptop thought it'd be "funny" to go back an hour in time and I didn't notice. I don't know how long he would have actually sat there if I hadn't asked him why he kept looking at me. It's little things like that when I realize I'm very fortunate. My ex would have gone apeshit ballistic on me. When I was married before, my ex worked second shift which meant he got home close to midnight. Which meant I got my ass out of the bed at 11:30 pm to prepare his food so it would be hot and waiting on him when he walked through the door at 11:58. It didn't matter that I had to get up at 2 am to be at work at 3 am or that when I finished work at 2 pm I had to pick the kids up at 2:45 pm. Then there was soccer and dinner and homework and baths and maybe if I was lucky by 7 pm I would sit down.

On really good days I'd manage a shower somewhere in between soccer and not feeling guilty for serving macaroni & cheese and hot dogs to my kids for dinner for the third time that week. It's funny how life changes. How having different people around you can make you see the world in an entirely different way. 

So I made my husband his favorite food tonight. Even though it was an hour late, he didn't mind at all.

2 comments:

Mynx said...

You have a lovely man there. But he doesnt cook?

Maasiyat said...

Nope. Not allowed. My house my rules lol

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