Mr. Heartache paid me another visit. His visit was early this month. Rather than the routine 21st of each month, this visit took me by surprise. I didn’t need to see him, to know that he’d arrived.
I remained in my bed far longer than needed on Saturday morning. I kept my eyes closed trying to block out the day. My worries had worked their way into my dreams, and my dreams remained in my mind as the sun lit up the sky.
Unlike other Saturdays, this week it was easy to stay in bed. A Friday night football game kept the whole family out late. Since I needed to pick BoBo up, then YaYa had to go too. Nobody got to bed until well after 10:30 pm, so the family slept in.
We awoke with barely enought time to buy a present for the birthday boy down the street. I wrapped the present and sent the boys down the street without me. Then I sat in my lovely home, looked around it, and felt the emptiness take over.
Thirty minutes later, I picked my heart up off of the floor, washed the tears off of my face, and joined the boys at the neighbor’s house where the party was going full force. I left Mr. Heartache there and secretly hoped that he would be gone when I returned.
Well those neighbors of ours can really throw a party. We were out partying until about 10 pm. I was able to push off my sadness and mingle with the crowd for a bit. When I came home, however, Mr. Heartache was still waiting.
Now Sunday morning is aready here and Mr. Heartache doesn’t seem to want to leave. I told him that I had to go running but he didn’t seem to care. He held me hostage as the cooler hours slipped away. I really don’t like to run in the heat of day, but he was leaving me no choice.
After a couple cups of coffee, I gathered enough courage to show him the door. Then I made the kids some French Toast for breakfast and left for a run.