The Hour Incomplete

by | Apr 3, 2011 | 0 comments

My mother always said that from about 4 pm to 6 pm is the “witching hour” or something like that- and that babies and toddlers get fussy around this time.

I notice recently that for me, these are now the hours when I feel most incomplete.  Late afternoon- there’s not much promise of anything new happening.  I am worn out from the morning activity, from serving and cleaning breakfast and lunch.  I am not expecting anyone to call or come home for dinner or to relieve me at bath time.

The sky dims.  I think about what to make for dinner.  I drag myself from room to room picking up after Audrey.  I watch her talking to her animals, baking cakes in her play kitchen, writing “invitations” and let her fan me with a Hello Kitty fan you got her because that’s what pretend doctors apparently do for you.

And I feel the utter incompleteness of our family- of just the two of us- here.  Without you.

I feel it all the time of course, but this particular time frame, in my mind, I’ve labelled,
the hour incomplete.


April 3, 2011


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