Oh the Tears of Life
Tears threatened to flow.
As she listened to the words her husband Al was saying. "I’m having dinner with a client right after work, so I should be home by 7 p.m. Can I bring the Tylenol home then? Things are just really busy here and I don’t think I can get away before then."
Just a half hour earlier she called Al asking if he could use his lunch hour to pick up a bottle of infant’s Tylenol and bring it home. Their two-month old had received five vaccinations that morning and she arrived home to discover they were completely out of the pain reliever. Not eager to pack four young kids in their minivan a second time that day, she called him in desperation.
Her knight in shining armor hesitantly agreed to come to her rescue. But within 30 minutes, things had changed. He could not—or would not, as she was quick to think—come to her rescue after all.
"I’ll go get it," She snapped, not trying to cover the disappointment in her voice. "I don’t want her to have to wait all day for the medicine. She might get a fever and since we are supposed to be going out of town tomorrow, I don’t want to risk that."
“Oh about that, I don’t think we can.” He said.
“What you are canceling? What? “She slammed the phone down in tears. She told her children it was time to go to the store.
"Why?" the oldest asked.
Frustrated, she answered, "Because Papa can’t go to the store. So we have to."
"I don’t want to go," she replied.
My sentiments exactly, she thought.
While she is normally careful not to speak poorly of their papa, she gave in to her anger, deciding not to guard her tongue. "We have to go. Believe me; Mommy’s not too happy with Papa right now."
Not too happy was an understatement! Inside she was fuming. On a scale of 1 to 10, her upset odometer was nearing 11. She couldn’t believe he wasn’t able to sneak away for forty-five minutes to help her. Forty-five minutes and now he is canceling their trip! To her, it seemed like nothing in the scheme of an eight-to nine-hour workday. Especially since tonight he had a work-related dinner and would be home later than normal, leaving her to handle the evening meal and possibly bedtime on her own. This was happening way too much.
As she helped the girls put on their shoes and buckled them into their car seats, she was determined Al would hear about this when he got home.
But He didn’t come home.
She sat waiting and waiting. Finally the kids were down and the baby did have a fever. She couldn’t get him on his cell phone. So she just waited. Sitting in the living room staring at the door in the dark and she waited.
Finally eleven o’clock came around and he stumbled into the door smelling like liquor. He was drunk, and she was furious.
Tears In Heaven
My tears are in heaven
Oh The Tears of Life
For you this day
They have fallen to earth
For you right now
Are you slipping away?
Her fears were too much for her. They had all these children and so much together but lately he was slipping away.
Her fears were too real by the weekend he was gone.
©Copyright 2012 by POET DEBORAH BROOKS-LANGFORD March 29, 2012
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