“I made you a little something. To keep the trip organized.”
I opened it, and the heading read: Your Vacation Duties.
6:30 AM — Dress the children.
7:00 AM — Bring coffee for Martin and me.
8:00 AM — Save lounge chairs for everyone.
10:00 AM — Watch the children in the water while Martin and I relax.
1:00 PM – Put the children down for their nap.
“I made you a little something.”
The list included a bunch of other things.
And my day ended like this:
9:00 PM — Put the children to bed so my son can relax in peace alone.
The blood drained from my face.
I read it twice. The waves kept coming in, indifferent.
“Clara, is this a joke?”
She smiled at me the way she smiled at grocery clerks.
I read it twice.
“Sweetheart, Martin and I work very hard. We’ve earned this vacation. You sit at home all day, so you haven’t exactly earned this break.”
I was at home with three children under eight who had climbed on me at 5:47 that morning, demanding pancakes. So, taking care of three little children was just “sitting at home?”
I folded the paper very carefully so I wouldn’t rip it in half.
“I’ll talk to Martin.”
“Do, dear. He’ll agree.”
“You sit at home all day.”
***
Martin had gone back up to our room, hunting for sunscreen. I closed the door behind me and held out the list.
“Your mother wrote me a schedule. Read it.”
My husband skimmed it. Then he set it on the dresser as if it were a hotel menu, the same way he set down every complaint I’d ever brought to him about Clara. “She means well, Em. Just let it go.” Twelve years of the same sentence.
“Em, please. Don’t make a scene. You know how she gets. She just wants to feel included. It’s a week. Can you, I don’t know, not upset her?”
“Don’t make a scene.”
I stared at him.
Over a decade of marriage, three babies, and I was the one being asked not to upset anyone.
“So I bring her coffee at seven while she calls me lazy?”
“That’s not what she said.”
“That’s exactly what she said, Martin.”
He rubbed his face and wouldn’t look at me.
“Please. Two weeks.”
I walked past him, out onto the little balcony. The ocean stretched out in front of me, blue and huge, and already slipping away from me.
