Today, Son and I had an
argument interesting conversation:
Son: What is wrong with me? I don’t have energy – I HATE this! I’m sick of sleeping and wasting all this time!
Me: You had major surgery four weeks ago – it’s all normal. Every day you are getting better and your spine is healing. If you want to sleep, sleep and stop worrying about it.
Son: But I can’t stand it, Mum, and what about you – what’s wrong with you? Why are you so lazy and blah?
Me: It’s called lassitude.
Son: What the hell is that?
Me: It’s what we both have – this inability to get off our bums and move on; it’s my broken heart about Dad and….
Son: I’m sick of your broken heart.
Me: I’m sick of it too.
Son: And my spine isn’t straight anyway – it’s still crooked and I wanted to be perfect.
Me: Nobody’s spine is perfect and it’s a miracle of medical science that you have been straightened this much. Please stop this miserable whining.
Son: Then you stop crying!
Me: I’m just tired.
Son: So do we both have this lassitude thing?
Me: Yes, but it’ll pass.
Son: Mum, I love Dad too but I just can’t….
Me: I know.
Son: That’s a good word – lassitude – I’m going to remember that one.
Me: Yeah, and I’m going to lassoo it and take it to the dump.
Me: After I have a little nap….
Son: Okay, call me when you need a hand.
How come Woodroffe gets to do lassitude in peace?
This evening, Husband and I had an interesting conversation on the phone:
Me: He’s got lassitude-with-an-attitude now – argh!
Husband: Tell him to go easy on himself.
Me: What about going easy on me?
Husband: That too … are you okay?
Me: No, I miss you and I miss the way it was when….
Husband: Bring the brat in here tomorrow and I’ll straighten him out.
Me: Okay – good idea – brilliant idea!
Husband: ‘Night then – I’m watching a show on the ABC.
Me: Oh, okay – love you….
The lassitude is gone!