#the kids were tense but had no tense moodlet
Thursday was not our day. Not one of us came home happy. I’ll start with me. First of all, the adoption person didn’t show last night. We waited for them until about 9:30 before they called and told us they weren’t coming. Something had happened at the adoption center around the time I made our request, and they had already canceled all pending adoptions. I supposed ours got lost in translation. Needless, Alessia and I were pretty bummed.
Second, my CEO is also a jerk and didn’t appreciate anything I did for him. Some kind of way,Iwas nominated to be in charge of getting him a gift from the office. All the regional managers knew him way better than I did, but noooo. They wanted the new girl to do it. I got him a gift card because one could never go wrong with gift cards. Or so I thought. I realized work wasn’t always fun, and sometimes difficult things make way for great things. But I shouldn’t be miserable all the time. Literally everything I’ve done at this job has blown up in my face! I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to do it anymore. One of my coworkers said I just needed a vacation, but I wasn’t so sure that would help. I had never enjoyed my time there, so maybe it was time to call it quits. But that was a much bigger decision than I could make during my lunch break. I needed a plan. Quitting without another job lined up felt irresponsible, even though I would be just fine financially. But was another job what I needed? I made almost as much money per week making candles super part time as I brought home from work. Imagine what I could do with more time to dedicate to my business! When I was less emotional, I planned to think about it more seriously.
Luca had brought a friend from school home, but they weren’t having a good time from what I saw. I wasn’t sure if they had argued, but whatever the problem, I blamed the boy. I’d never seen my sweet son’s face wrinkled like that ever! But I also had a plummy day and couldn’t bring myself to ask what was the matter. The boy went home shortly after I arrived, anyway.
I retreated to my room in attempts to gather myself and be a bit friendlier to my children, but it was futile. My problem was deeper than just a bad day. It was more like a crisis. I hadn’t seen Alessia yet, so I went to her room to say hello and found Luca instead, doing homework at her desk. My kids were so weird. They each had their own room with a desk to do their work, yet they preferred the other one’s room.
He was in a slightly better state than earlier, but still not the even-keeled boy I was used to. I asked him where was his sister, but he appeared startled by my tone. I apologized for it and said I didn’t have the best day. He replied saying he and Alessia had rough days too, though he didn’t go into any detail.
“Maybe we should all do yoga together,” he said.
He was really into this yoga thing! I was both surprised and proud. Some adults, including myself, didn’t figure out what made them emotionally mindful until well into adulthood. But my brilliant son already knew what did it for him. That was such a proud mom’s moment. I only wish I were less irritable to enjoy it.
