Time is Money
I am now a tutor, teacher’s assistant, short order cook, house cleaner and mindfulness mentor to an 11 year old who is marching through the house with an army blanket draped around his shoulders, a blue handkerchief tied around his neck, carrying a plastic sword.
My son already has a PhD in costuming, while I’m seeing so many holes in the academic side of his equation. Kicking and crying about having to listen to a video about mangrove trees and when it ended, and he took the quiz, he dissolved like a puddle into my lap and said he just wanted to stay there for a while.
One friend visited yesterday, her eyes red from crying. One friend called today and burst into tears on the phone. I don’t have one tear to shed – what will happen to us when we cannot pay our bills? I don’t have an answer, so I can’t cry about what I don’t know, when today, I have so many roles to play.
Feed the cat, walk the dog, don’t forget the fish, wash the sheets because Tin jumped in my bed with sand all over his legs as he watched me dig a hole for the shed’s stairs, his “I’m hungry” boomerangs from the walls and I think to myself, didn’t we just eat?
