My pain’s bigger

Absurd notion, isn’t it? 

Yet this is the voice I hear (yes in my own head) as I am sweeping the floor, after cleaning the downstairs toilet because it reeked, after cleaning the dishes from your dinner (which was tasty by the way), after spending the afternoon in pursuit of other people’s must haves – this store for my daughter’s costume and that one for my son’s …continue ad nauseum.

Wet kisses and warm hugs greet me on my return, I know this but I don’t enter the house.  I select a chair from the lawn, taking care to relocate it to a sliver of sun laying on the driveway, and I sit, sigh, and smile.