the last day
Saturday was the worst day.
I still can’t pinpoint exactly what my problem was but I suppose contributing factors included not having any reserves left after 29 days of fasting, temperatures were hovering around 95 degrees, and Maya kept running to me with urgent statements like “Mama! Dad is out of tea bags.”
Throw in the fact that at the last minute Ali decided to spend the night elsewhere, thereby leaving me with nobody to take out my bad mood on, and I was nearly beside myself.
Normally I’d make myself feel better by assigning Maya chores my parents used to assign me when they were in a bad mood: like polishing the marble floor. This didn’t happen, however, because we don’t have marble floors. Plus my guilt about after school care is still in full swing.
So I decided to cut Maya some slack and did something completely out of character: I closed my computer and took Maya to the beach.
- We collected shells.
- We flew a kite.
- We assembled a very ugly and distorted whale out of sand.
- I didn’t roll my eyes at the exorbitant $12 beach parking fee.
- I assured a panicked Maya that it didn’t matter that her dress got wet and dirty.
- I swallowed my anxiety at her wet and dirty dress.
- I even managed not to worry about the restroom situation, despite the fact that my previous experience was still fresh in my mind.
And at the end of the afternoon, as I hiked to my car – still baking in its overpriced parking spot – with Maya clinging to me and complaining about how hot and thirsty she was? I somehow found the energy to laugh it off.
Yeah. I still can’t believe it either.