A License to Chill

Posted by: fracas on July 10 @ 10:27 am

I wake up early from Sebastian crying. I give him a bottle and walk into the toilet to drink some water. The heat is stifling. Outside, the sky is losing the purple hue of dawn and the first rays of the blazing sun is piercing the window. I close my eyes, desperately trying to ward off any solar attempt to wake me up. Stumbling back to bed, I position a pillow over my head. I’m fast asleep.

I wake again, this time around 10 in the morning. Sebastian is yet again crying and needs our attention. But I’m so tired and in my head I find a million excuses not to get up. Reinout is stirring beside me, and eventually he gets up with heavy steps. I sense a certain anger as he takes the shift to clean, dress and play with Sebastian. I can understand his sentiments. Lately I’m not doing much around the house. I sleep in late, I let washing and dishes be, and occasionally, only occasionally do I cook. Family members take due notice of my apathy for domestic shores. In disdain.

I on the other hand love my new won freedom. A license to chill. How wonderful I think, and embrace it at every possible moment. Victoria comes and wants to show me a drawing. “Not now honey, give me 10 minutes. I’m busy here.”. I resume to my computer, to myself, hiding away from the world.