Jay is visiting grandma with Char and is having trouble sleeping. It’s heatwave time. He doesn’t like that.
It’s a strange house and a different bed. And so on.
I have trouble sleeping, but I suppose for different reasons.
I stay here in the City and work and do the house and do a few things, like drawing. In fact, I do a lot on the ‘house’ – a lot of repair work and washing that we don’t have time for when Jay is here. Or rarely.
And even so I feel a bit guilty not being down there and being able to relieve Char when she has not slept, because Jay has not slept.
I suppose grandma, and other visiting family, can do a bit here, but even so …
It is a strange feeling … Not sure if it is worry about Jay, who – as said – is really having trouble adjusting to the heat.
Or if it is a feeling of obligation to share the burdens with Char, which somehow is still there even though I certainly do my part at home, at this moment.
Not sure about any of that, really.
But it is a relatively mild problem, and they will soon be home and everything will be back to its chaotic normal. And with 0.5 percent time again for chores like the ones I am doing now. And work. And a lot of other things.
So maybe I should just try to … appreciate the experience. Not in a lala-way. But just try to set my mind in two places at once, instead of just on the worry and faint guilt.
Stay in that damn feeling and feel all of it, including that which is worth appreciating:
Like the fact that I do miss my son even though he is taking every bit of time from me and then some.
And that I want to help Char take care of him, on as equal terms as possible in this day and age.
Aren’t those worthwhile feelings? Too?