
Three nights ago, I was sitting on the floor in the kitchen crying.
My husband had dropped me off at home to do my work, while he went out to run errands.
The wifi went down so I called Telstra. While on hold, my son got a tummy ache, ran to the toilet and spewed all over the floor. My toddler ran behind him wanting to play in it.
I raced to stop him and slipped on the laundry floor that I had managed to flood.
Telstra couldn’t help, the toddler was hassling for my phone, the sick kid was screaming for help, my house looked like squatters had moved in and started breeding.
I called my husband who literally did not understand.
I find a lot of men have single focus. They see what they need to do, they want to get it done and they struggle to comprehend what it’s like to never be able to focus on one thing, to have five questions or urgent requests hitting you at once and to always be thinking about everything/everyone else.
He came home and we fought, he couldn’t hear me, I couldn’t hear him, he went to his son’s room and l just sat on the floor in protest.
Emails were piling in, tours, photoshoots, rewrites for books, legal shit to sign and my brain shut down. Unable to reply to any of them, I sat on the floor and hid my tears while Snow braided my hair and Rumi begged me for cereal for dinner.
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