25 of August
Papa is boarding his flight to LAX, and seven upset, remaining Jacksons just arrived home after the eighty minute drive to and from Cancun. Records Papa’s leave is making:
-Longest time I’ve been away from him
-First time I’ve talked to a parent over skype
Time pushed pause on us as Papa turned around in the front seat at the airport. Steamy tears gushed out of no where as I hugged his neck and said goodbye, along with the other kids. But suddenly then, time flashed by with a fast forward button and the twins had stopped their mouths-open, sky-wailing sobs and my silent, steady tears had faded. He was gone, and he wouldn’t be back anytime soon.
Tonight the fan played Apples to Apples together. I finally downloaded music for my out of commission IPhone (I hadn’t had music since arriving in Playa because Pandora doesn’t work internationally; it was so foreign to go every day without my headphone in my ear like it always is.) I washed dishes to my tunes and I felt so parent-like. Mum tucked in the kids while I cleared the kitchen, just like what Pop would do.
Anyways, school tomorrow, and I’m not looking forward to waking early, but I am ecstatic for the human contact that isn’t just with my family- I’ve been couped up with them for a bit now. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family more than anything, it’s just sometimes I like to take a break from playing mommy, mediating Kalin and Kanon, and trying to keep everyone out of trouble. It’s been a long weekend, and tomorrow morning I’ll be thanking God it’s monday.