I arose from a twelve hour shift with the solemn sounds of asmr still piercing through my wireless headset speakers. Listening as Lune innate helped me to gain a state of complete relaxation as I silently thanked myself for this new found sense of self care. Allowing myself moments during the week where I would stop, pause, and relax. Telling myself today I would not run errands, clean up, stress over school work, or work hard in any way shape or form that is not an absolute requirement for me. Taking notice of how good it felt to my body that I was slowing down. While also taking notice of my stubborn cognitive process that wanted me to believe I was doing something wrong. Due to the fact that taking it slow was a foreign concept for me and my mind could not process the abrupt lifestyle changes I was making in comparison to my body. Who caught on quick and felt the instant relief it had been in dire need of for far too long.
My mom phoned me alerting me that she had awakened to find the garage door wide open . Feeling alarmed after questioning all of the children and having everyone reject the idea of being the culprit who forgot to close and lock it after making an exit. Instantly the notion is tossed around that someone had been inside the house. The house that had barely known four visitors since our arrival. The house that was embedded in Albermarle County. Surrounded by houses that were so adjacent to one another an intrusion would not be logical. The kids start to share their tales of a entity potentially dwelling in the attic. We’ve heard noises said one. While another describes hearing furniture moving. Allowing me to question if I’ve encouraged them to watch an unreasonable amount of horror movies. That were now influencing their imagination.
Just like that my morning had gone from tired and dull . To entertaining within an instant. As I continued to listen to all of the excitement in the background as my mother encouraged me to take a look in the attic. Appearing to have her own fears in regard to the potential attic monster who they all believed was the source of the garage door anomaly. I rushed home blasting my music. Using it as a resource to awaken me. Thinking to myself how my children appeared to have a tired mom radar. Consistent with their ability to conjure up activity ridding me of my ability to get home , kick off my shoes, and rest. Instead of preparing for a nap I was now on my way home designating myself the official monster hunter. Thinking to myself how there’s never a dull moment in my household. Arriving home calling the police while I cleared the house. Sending all of the children outside to my car to sit while I played Nancy drew . Investigating a house I knew was empty. With my youngest brother yelling Nedra what if someone is inside? Having me respond that if there was indeed a monster inside I was going to kick it’s ass after having it invade my morning nap that I was in dire need of. The police arrived meeting me inside with their flash lights in hand. Checking the entire house including the attic. Slightly peeping into the attic clearing all of the allegations of the attic monster right away. Complimenting the home as the exited my work area in the basement. Inquiring where my husband was. With me responding back letting the officer know I was divorced. Thinking silently to myself “ if you think I’m cute mr. Officer just say dat”. As he went on to assure me that divorce was ok becuase he and his partner both has been there. Leaving the partner to speak up proud stating “yes we’ve all been there ”! Bonding over our failed relationship statuses. leaving me to drift off with my dilly thoughts of what our super hero group name would be. Coming up with titles such as the unhitchables, single and senseless, and Tres divorcee. while the officers informed me that the neighborhood was safe and I had nothing to worry about. Not taking into account that as a black woman a statement like that would never be permissible. Due to my vigilant attitude. In my opinion things happen in good and bad neighborhoods but I said nothing in response. Smiling as if I pretended to be in agreement with his observation Skills. Listening to them both laugh as I assured the kids that there was no monster in the attic . And they could now return to their rooms and prepare for virtual learning. Feeling a brush of irritation as my little brother walked up the steps. Stoping abruptly looking to me stating” Nedra you know what I think I may have left the garage door open”. Unbelievable I thought to myself. My entire morning wasted away on an attic monster, two divorced police officers, and my mothers anxiety. Coming to the conclusion that my brother most likely knew he had left the door opened prior to me and the officers Nancy drew and the hardy boys moment. Leaving me frustrated as I felt my nap fleeing from me to the point it was no longer attainable. I had made it through another chaotic morning in the Brown family household. Ridding the children of their flowers in the attic anxiety . Walking into my Thursday morning tired and annoyed from having to play ghost busters. Hopping in my bed and coming to terms with the fact a mother’s work is never done. What will it be next week ? Dragons? Man eating spiders? Sure enough this gave me an idea for book one of the Horror house chronicles! A new age compilation of short stories. Similar to series like fear street, and goosebumps By one of my all time favorites R.L. Stine. Leave it to my family to get my imagination flowing! Long story short the attic monster turned out to be useful after all. #blackgirlswhowrite#blogger#mompreneur#blackgirlmagic#theterrorchronicals#comingsoon#R.L.Stine#Goosebumps#Fearstreet#horror#shortstories#cvillelocal#albermarlecounty#atticmonster#family#comedy#momlife#adayinthelife
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