A few nights ago, I said something I shouldn’t have. My husband and I had just put the kids to bed, and we were doing our nightly routine of scraping plates, soaking pans, folding laundry, and sweeping kinetic sand into the trash. As I tried to dislodge a piece of avocado from a crack in the table, I looked up and around and said in a tiny voice, “Sometimes I feel a little bored.”
I long for boring days this summer as we just lost my father in law and have the horrible task ahead of putting his things somewhere else while my demented mother in law lives on without him. Hospice is a gift and watching a body leave this world is also a gift. But I long to do my favorite boring activity of sipping coffee on my porch while reading a book in the afternoon.
Oh Nancy, I'm so sorry for the loss of your father-in-law. I'm also feeling so heavy for your mother-in-law. I hope that you are still able to find pockets and windows where you can step outside, sip your coffee, and read your book. That is nourishing, good stuff.
I long for boring days this summer as we just lost my father in law and have the horrible task ahead of putting his things somewhere else while my demented mother in law lives on without him. Hospice is a gift and watching a body leave this world is also a gift. But I long to do my favorite boring activity of sipping coffee on my porch while reading a book in the afternoon.
Oh Nancy, I'm so sorry for the loss of your father-in-law. I'm also feeling so heavy for your mother-in-law. I hope that you are still able to find pockets and windows where you can step outside, sip your coffee, and read your book. That is nourishing, good stuff.