Exhausted

I woke up late, still exhausted from the day before. My leaden body aching and exhausted, I pulled myself out of bed, nonetheless. My husband had scheduled an early tee time with the guys and the kids must be starving.

I stumbled to the bathroom and managed to accomplish the bare minimum of hygienic activities. Pulling on a sweatshirt over my pajamas, I stiffly made my way down the stairs, one painful step at a time. Arriving, finally, in the kitchen, I paused for a moment, working out a puzzle in my fuzz-filled brain, why did things feel off?

The quiet. That was it. No TV. No yelling kids. What was going on? And then I saw it… A note on the kitchen table:

Darling, You were exhausted, so I cancelled my game and took the kids to Denny’s and the beach. Go back to bed and relax. I’ll bring home dinner. Love, Me

Originally published for Instagram’s Romance Writer Challenge June 2019, Day 30 “Love Letters”