Thursday, August 30, 2012

The Daily Write: Finally (August 30, 2012)

Finally

The kids were asleep. It took forever. Just getting the older one to brush his teeth and the younger one to stop chattering about anything that flew into her mind was an arduous task. Not to mention the jammie wars.

She felt utterly exhausted and bitter. The nights Imelda took off were the worst. She went from being a kind and loving mother to a crocodile ready to chomp down, hard. Yes, there was a tiny little piece of guilt lodged at the back of her head, but she couldn't help it if she weren't cut out for full time motherhood. It simply did not come naturally to her. And who could blame her?

She filled her imported Italian mosaic sink (all blues and soft greens, like a fountain) with cool but not freezing water, wrapped her head in a super thick Egyptian cotton towel and leaned over to lightly splash her face. She cupped her delicate hands together and pulled the water up quietly, face close to the basin, and listened to the soothing trickle that dripped from her palms back down into the sink. She did this every night, but some nights it meant more than others.

Her husband was gone on a business trip, thank god. Full time mothering certainly left nothing else for her to give. She couldn't stand to take care of his needs on top of theirs. Not to mention the kittens. Who on earth thought it was okay to give her household staff a night off once a week? Oh right, she did. A moment of weakness.

She slipped her feet into her Chanel slippers and padded past her elegant bed with the custom sized mattress (King plus) and silk comforter and walked down the long breezeway that separated the master suite from the rest of the house. During the day the huge plate glass windows that created the long walkway were lovely and architecturally stunning. At night she felt like a mouse in a maze, trapped and watched. She picked up her pace until she landed in the kitchen, in front of her custom cobalt triple wide refrigerator. Although the shelves were almost austere in their emptiness, she reached in behind the lemons and found what she sought - a fresh carton or organic heavy cream, produced by grass fed cows from New Zealand.

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