I’d just finished cleaning up after breakfast and was sitting on the couch staring out the front window. “I can’t believe we just did another week of sitting inside waiting for this pandemic to end.” I sighed as my son Alex came over to the couch to sit down.
“It flew by didn’t it?” he grabbed a pillow and tossed it over to the other side of the couch before sitting down.
“Are you kidding me?” I shook my head in disbelief. “Isn’t it like week seven?” I turned around to look at him. “And it’s raining AGAIN!”
“But look how green everything is getting.” He looked out the window and pointed to my lilac bush. “All the rain is making everything bloom!”
I turned around to look out the window again. “Maybe, but it would be so much better if we could get outside.”
“We will. Don’t worry. It’s not going to be like this forever.” Alex pointed to the end of our driveway. “Look, the robins are playing in the puddles!”
I looked over and watched as the birds rolled around in the water. “Well, at least they’re enjoying the rain.”
“Come on.” Alex said as he sat back and put his feet up on the coffee table. “It’s not so bad.”
“It feels endless.” I said. “I feel like I never stop cooking!”
“I know!” he cried. “How lucky are we that we all love your cooking!”
I had to laugh as I looked over at him to see his big smile. But that didn’t stop me from continuing my complaining. “When I’m not cooking I’m cleaning the kitchen.”
“We’ve been helping you with that.” he reminded me.
“I know.” I leaned back against the cushions. “I guess I’m just having a bad day.”
Alex looked at the clock. “It’s only 10 in the morning! You’ve got time to turn your day around .” he said.
I looked out at the rain again. “Maybe after I shower I could read a book or meditate.”
“See! There you go. Do something for yourself.”
I looked at the clock. “I have a few hours before everyone’s asking for lunch.” I got up from the couch.
“Don’t worry about that.” Alex said. “I’ll make lunch.”
I stopped in my tracks. “Really? That would be great.” I was already feeling better.
“Sure, I can throw a pizza in the oven.” He got up and started walking to the kitchen. “What time do you want to eat?”
I looked over at the clock again. “I guess around noon would be good.” I looked down at my slippers and bathrobe. “Maybe after I shower I’ll put on real clothes instead of changing into clean pj’s.”
“See? You’re feeling better already.” he called from the kitchen. I could hear him getting the pizza pan out of the drawer.
I followed him into the kitchen. “How do you stay so positive and upbeat?”
Alex shrugged his shoulders putting the pan on the counter. “Someone has to help keep your spirits up.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “By the way, we’re having meatloaf tonight.”
“Yes!” I could see his fist pump as I walked to my bedroom.
Slice of Life 