Interrupted

"Mom, hurry up! You know I'm going to be late again if we don't leave soon!" a teenage voice came screaming from behind the bedroom door. While you might not know the person behind the voice, your body seemed to react to it like a routine affair, as you find yourself scrambling to get your (Susan's) purse and keys. (Susan's heart: Sigh, a busy day again. Guess I just need to get through 3 more years as a single mom before Tim graduates.)

Before you could sympathize with Susan, you did a double take, thinking, "Single mom? I thought she had a husband..." You inadvertently glanced on the other side of the master bed.

(Susan's heart: Ah, that's where Mark used to sleep. Sometimes, I would like to pretend that he was still here. Perhaps, I wouldn't be as tired, as lonely, as **** if he were still with us. Of course, I got Tim to take care of, but sometimes, I feel that THAT is the only thing I need to take of, and honestly, it is too much for a single woman to handle.) You were presented with the smiling image of Susan's husband in your thoughts, and you realized that the happy family that you saw when you possessed this body was nothing more than a bygone memory. Your hands instinctively wiped the tears from your face, something that you didn't notice until you felt the wetness across your fingers. "Am I... crying?"

Suddenly, you heard door knocking again, signifying Tim's loss of patience. Knowing exactly what Susan would do, you quickly tidy yourself up as best as you could, including lightly brushing your hair and straightening your clothes. (Susan's heart: I suppose I would be going out like this again. Wonder if anyone else notices?) Opening the door, you came face-to-face with Susan's 14 year old son of average stature and physique. Of course, through your new point-of-view, he is nothing less than your biggest treasure in the world.

"Sorry, sweetie. Mom just had a long night and had to prepare quickly. But I'm ready now, so let's go," you replied.

"Sure, you say the same thing every day," Tim snarled. Nonetheless, he quickly followed you, knowing that you were still responsible for his ride.

The drive was relatively uneventful. While you were glad that you retained Susan's skills, including her driving, you can't help but feel that you should be more awake. It was like you didn't get enough sleep or rest. As a god, you never had to deal with such a problem, so the lethargic feeling was definitely foreign to you. Perhaps it was why you didn't really spoke much during the ride to Tim's school. Tim seemed fine to be in the silent ambience, as he simply texted away on his phone throughout the ride. (Susan's heart: I wish Tim is doing fine at school. I know we haven't talked much since his dad passed away not too long ago and I started working overtime, but I really am trying to get some time off to spend some quality time together. I know he must be feeling just as sad as I do.)

As you waved good-bye to Tim at school, you wondered about the gloominess you have set yourself into. "Is this all the result of my creation of humanity? I was envisioning a world of happiness and camaraderie, but this is clearly not it. I am now stuck as a lone mother **** to sustain this family of two, and there is something clearly amiss with this family," you thought.

Susan might have already accepted her current fate, but you were definitely in unfamiliar territory, as you started listing all the complaints you had. "For starters, sleep was designed to help relax, not to further burden humans." The list went on and on, lasting through your arrival in the office parking lot. Your internal rambling finally ended when you stepped into the office lobby, where you greeted the receptionist nicely and stepped into the elevator to Susan's office.

Just when you thought the rambling was over, you immediately came up with two new points: the grumbling from your stomach and the pressure in your bladder. (Susan's heart: Damn it! I forgot to grab a bite and use the bathroom before work again. And I think there is a directors' meeting this morning. I really hope not; I have to check my office calendar first. Why does it always come to this?)