Ode to My Own Bed
It’s a strange thing work from home and hardly ever go anywhere.
It’s a stranger thing to unexpectedly be not home for 24 hours.
On Sunday afternoon, I received a panicked voicemail from my tía requesting a favor. Curious, I returned her call immediately. Turns out my abuelita was having some pretty serious problems with her asthma and I’m the one who lives closest to her at 40 miles away. “Is there any way you could stay the night with her?” she asked.
“Of course!” I replied.
“Your uncle should be flying in tomorrow to take her to her doctor’s appointment and stay the week with her.”
“No worries, I’ll be there tonight and we’ll figure all that out tomorrow.”
By early evening Husband and I were standing in my abuelita’s living room after braving the winter rain on the Southern California freeways. Justin said good-bye and left us to visit.
We had a great time and she feels much better after having some company and getting her medications straightened out with the doctor this afternoon. Though my uncle was delayed a day due to snow, I felt she was doing well enough for me to head home tonight especially since she practically shooed me out the door.
Upon returning home, Zoë welcomed me with overjoyed panic. It was a doggie version screaming YOURHOMEYOURHOMEYOURHOME by combining the spasming of Footloose and the flying stomping of Lord of the Dance. Husband was not as enthusiastic, but considering he had a long work-day I don’t think the separation felt unusually long to him. And my Mom just gave me the full run down of her day as if it were as any other.
But for me, being out of my element for 24 hours was a bit of a mind trip. Walking in, I could see what needed to be worked on in my home despite even two days ago looking around and feeling like I had no idea where to even begin. It felt refreshing to be home instead of claustrophobic.
And my own bed? Lumpy and old as it may be, I am so happy to be climbing into my own bed, even sprinkled with Zoë hair and crowded by my snoring Husband.
No place like home…
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