Reluctant Nomad

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Going crazy. Again. The hours drag, I can't read, can't concentrate, the children are with me, on me, yelling and crying, my back is broke. I want to eat. a lot. of chocolate. The children are sick. And asking questions like, "Are you mad at us?"

You know the boy who runs off the diving board and his legs are still moving before he hits the water? And for a split second you think he might just walk on that water? And then of course, the inevitable happens. He sinks. I'm that little boy.

So when my dearly beloved came home from work a few nights ago, I expressed my intention to escape. I had some chocolate calling my name from somewhere very far away from the house and I had to find it. pronto.

In response to this statement (plea?) he said, "You know what I do when I'm in a funk?" His voice sounded empathetic, serious, full of I-want-to-help-you-advice. "I go into the nearest Catholic church, put my fingers in the holy water, cross myself and kneel down in the quiet." I laugh, incredulous, knowing that he is joking. His grip got tighter, more intent. He looked into my eyes and said, "Of course what you don't know is that....I'm serious." And I believe him. And we laugh. More.

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posted by Reluctant Nomad at 5:27 PM -

5 Comments:

At 5/3/08 12:56 AM, Leslie said…

Mara, I love you, I really do, I miss you guys. How's about you take a little detour over to good old Indiana next time you're on this side of the pond :)
At 5/3/08 8:24 PM, Natalie said…

Hilarious! Man I miss you guys! When are you coming to visit this summer? I'll do anything to see you.
At 5/3/08 8:55 PM, Angie said…

I thought the same thing, I love you guys, and Indiana is not all that for from Kansas.
At 6/3/08 3:33 AM, Adri said…

I'm laughing, too. Love you both!
At 10/3/08 9:32 PM, loudaisy said…

I am crying a bit, I am laughing so hard. ha ha, Love you so much