I’ve always been a fan of Mondays.
Call me crazy. But there’s something so refreshing about the start of a new week.
It’s a reset button. A clean slate. A reboot.
I strutted into the office with French braids in my hair and a new emerald green DKNY blazer on my back this Monday morning.
Life was good.
Until it wasn’t.
I got a call from my dad around 10:30 a.m.
It took me by surprise because we’re more of a texting family.
So this must be important.
“Maria cracked her head open in the bathroom,” he said.
I’m sorry, come again?
My poor, precious baby sister slipped in the bathroom and hit her head on the sink before tumbling to the floor.
OK, she’s more adult than baby.
But when I heard that my 19-year-old sister had been hurt, I could hardly keep it together.
My dad said he was keeping an eye on her.
I must have texted, called, Tweeted, DM’ed and Instagrammed my sister 100 times before I got home that day.
I was worried sick.
She told me not to worry. Dad was watching over her.
When the pandemic hit, my dad was furloughed from his job.
Almost two months later, he’s still at home.
Don’t get me wrong — Dad’s been super productive with his time off.
The exterior of our house was painted.
The doors of the shed in the backyard? Also painted.
And most recently, Dad’s been, you guessed it, painting his bathroom.
Yesterday, he put the paintbrush down to take care of Maria.
They watched “The Simpsons” and ate tuna fish sandwiches and just spent the day together.
And I’ve got to admit, I was a little jealous.
Not of the gash in Maria’s head or the fact that my dad doesn’t have a job.
But of the quality time the two got to spend.
They’re making the most of these terrible situations.
And I really admire that about our family.
Times have been tough.
From breaking my back a year ago, to the pandemic, to most recently Maria’s minor head injury, it feels like the Gleasons have been put through the wringer.
So many big bad things have happened lately.
But when I look back on this past week, these past two months and this last year, I can’t help but be reminded of the small successes we’ve had.
My mom started an amazing new job last summer. And my sister just completed her first year of college. And I started a small embroidery business.
Maria is going to be OK. My dad is going to get his job back. We’re all going to survive whatever life throws our way.
We’re resilient like that.
This week did not get off to the fresh start like I had imagined.
But hey, there’s always next week.
Contact Averil Gleason at firstname.lastname@example.org.