dragonyphoenix

 I had an interview last Monday and had spent the weekend prepping for it. I also had a few interviews over the week so today was my first day to relax. I knew my roommate Becky was nannying during the day, so I'd planned to get up and listen to This Jungian Life podcast. Not five minutes in she comes home and starts cleaning. A friend of her family is going to be staying with us for the next month. Today was also my last day to have the house to myself and know I wouldn't be interrupted. 

Outside of losing my last chance to chill in the house by myself, I think the cleaning upset me because when I was a teen my mother would go on cleaning jags where she could stop and take a breather but when my sister and I did she would yell at us. For me, Becky's cleaning reminded me of Mom's angry cleaning sprints.

The podcast reminded me of my first day of junior high-school when I was lost in a new-to-me building. I had no idea which door to leave by and was just walking the halls when suddenly Mom was there before me in her work uniform. I can still see her and in my mind there's an almost-halo light around her. I was that relieved to see her.