I didn’t want to visit today
by adustyframe ~ July 17th, 2007It’s not that I didn’t want to see Lee! I would love to see him all day everyday.
It’s just that this week, James has sports camp every morning and VBS every night.
Today was my last day off for the week.
My back is still killing me.
I’m tired and it’s HOT.
The prison has no air conditioning, and the visiting room has a couple of ceiling fans.
I just wanted to stay home. I wanted to sit on my chairs outside and let my son have a wonderful carefree afternoon in the backyard.
I’d dip my feet in the pool, maybe read, or perhaps knit.
I’d probably drink some tea and doze in my lawn chair.
Sigh.
Instead, I did my hair, put on perfume, made sure my shirt wasn’t dirty, painted my toe nails a fresh bright red and dropped James off at Grandma’s.
There isn’t any way to let Lee know that I was just too tired today. He knew I would visit yesterday or today and I knew he spent the morning anticipating a visit.
It was very hot there.
I drank a couple cold drinks from the vending machine.
I won 2 Scrabble games!
We laughed like crazy over a silly dream he had.
I said, “STOP! My cheeks hurt!”
We were laughing so hard we were in pain. I’m sure that we were quite the spectacle for the guards and other visitors.
Really, what is so funny when your husband is in prison and you’re dripping sweat in a stinky prison visiting room?
I sat there laughing and trying to catch my breath and thought,
“This is good. I’m so glad I came.”
July 17th, 2007 at 9:24 pm
July 18th, 2007 at 6:59 am
It sounds like you both needed that! What a sweet story.
Kat
July 18th, 2007 at 8:36 am
I’m glad you decided to go. You would have missed the laughter!
July 18th, 2007 at 11:06 pm
I’m glad you went, I’m glad you had fun, I’m glad it was a blessing to you — you needed the moments of refreshing
July 20th, 2007 at 9:03 pm
I’m always amazed at how I can drag my feet over doing something, and then as soon as I’m doing it, I think “This is great…I’m really enjoying this.” Isn’t that weird? It’s like we’ve been taught by society to need “me” time and to resent anything that may infringe on us, yet those things can sometimes be the biggest blessings. Congrats on winning Scrabble.
July 20th, 2007 at 11:22 pm
to be married is to be a sacrificial servant; and your husband and your children will rise up and call you blessed
July 20th, 2007 at 11:30 pm
Ame–you are right. I told James, “Mom really wishes she could stay home, but Daddy is more important than me right?” Of course James said yes!
Amy–you’re right. Often the getting started is the worst:)