Blinking and stretching, she awoke from her nap to the smell of something wonderful cooking in the kitchen. Still a little tired but no longer exhausted as when she lied down to sleep, she thought back to the moment she got home.
Fridays were usually the easy days at work. Everybody gave a half-effort that at least passed as “trying”, but she and her co-workers were done for the week. Their heads and hearts were already in the weekend. And all would’ve wound up perfect if her boss hadn’t come out of his office and screamed at she and her co-workers for not reaching their quota for the day.
Driving home, she did feel a bit guilty for not trying harder to get all the work done, but as was typical, her boss lumped all the work that hadn’t been done throughout the week as well as the work he didn’t get done himself onto their shoulders. And he did this on Friday afternoons. And as she drove home, she began to cry. By the time she got to her house, she was not only bawling but felt extremely guilty. Fortunately, her Daddy knew the antidote for upset.
Through a series a embraces, forehead kisses, soft humming and words of love, he moved her heart from feeling unappreciated to feeling cherished. And as each article of her work clothing came off, so did the guilt she felt. By the time, he fastened her diaper, slipping the pacifier between her lips, she was already absorbed in the gentleness of the world he created for her. And as he softly sang Aerosmith lyrics, her eyelids went to half-mast and then she fell asleep.
Returning to the conscious world now, she thought about how upset she was when she got home and how her Daddy had the antidote for upset. It wasn’t a talk or suggestions or anything like that. It was his way of helping her hang her work life up on the coat rack when she came home, where it belonged.
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