First Writing... Pretty Amazing

There was a contest, you could win a Cruise the only thing you needed to do is write why somebody needs a break. I wrote this in behalf of my friend "Mitchel". It is a true and sad story. He didn't win the trip any way. But enojoy! Comments are welcome!

12:26a.m. “Good night Mitchel.” He tells himself, pats on the back and closes his eyes. “Ooh man, come on, I know you can do it, what you have to do is: in the concert you start playing the keyboard then when I start singing you go for the bass and start on the second verse that’s all, you just have to kind of run from playing one instrument to the other.” Mitchel told Rick, the guy from his band, while he was fixing his hair. Gees I guess I have to cut my hair again, I can’t easily do a pony, he thought. “Ok, so let’s start rehearsing for our concert, one, two, thr…” Today the weather is not looking good; it will be raining all day long. 10 degrees in the morning and it will increase all the way up to 20 deg… PUM! 5:01 a.m. Ooh Jesus will you let me sleep some more? He said to himself while he scratched his bald head. He reached over at Monica and she was sleeping, so he gave her a kiss without waking her up. Leaving his dream behind of when he still had his band and had hair he jumped on the shower. While he was in the shower he heard a noise, continuous BAM…BAM…BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM. “Ooh man” He said out loud. He grabbed a towel and went to his girls’ room. BAM, BAM, BAM. “Roby stop that now!” Mitchel said to his youngest daughter who usually bangs her head against the wall at least 2 times per night. “Daddy, I want more milk” The three year old said. Mitchel got her milk cup, got dressed and went downstairs. He was walking a little bit faster than usually, MIAAUU; he stepped on Chase, one of his three cats. “Stupid cat, go away.” When he got to the kitchen he saw a big mess. “You have to be kidding!! Sassy come here NOW! Out, OUT! Bad dog, bad girl!” And he started cleaning up, all the garbage that Sassy had gotten out of the trash can. There was cucumber in the family room, bags of chips under the table, napkins all around the fridge and tons of more garbage. He stood up slowly, turning his head up to see the clock. 5:46 a.m., read the flower clock he got in a raffle at work. Trying not to make so much noise he got upstairs and got the laundry basket of his bathroom, which was full and got the girls basket as well. He separated the clothes by colours and then he put in the bigger load. He closed the door of the laundry room, so that it wouldn’t wake up anybody. As he got outside he looked at the floor, it was a mess, full of cat fur and stains everywhere. I’ll do it when I get back from home, he thought. He got his things then he saw his watch 6:10 a.m. Oh shoot! I am going to be so late! He said to himself, and ran outside with all of his stuff. He got in the car and speeded up.
“Good Morning!” said his co-worker. “Having a nice day Mr. Mom?” “Cut it out! You know I don’t like it when you say that!” Mitchel answered her. He was often teased by being Mr. Mom. Why? Well his wife Monica, has Chronic Fybromyalgia, often in bed most of the time. “So with whom are you leaving the girls? With your mom?” his co-worker asked. “With a nanny, she lives with us and we pay all of her expenses, which also includes her food.” Mitchel said. “Ooh, isn’t it that way too expensive, it’s like having another member in your family!” She exclaimed. “Yes, it is, but then who will take Dilana to school and look after Roby, I have no choice.” Mitchel thought sadly. Sometimes he can’t stop thinking if his two precious girls are ok with that girl that takes care of them, that stranger. Stranger in a way. Sometimes he wishes his wife was better. Sometimes he doesn’t even know what to think or wish for. “Mitchel…MITCHEL!! Are you ok? You look somewhere else? I’m sorry I know you need a break from everything but there’s a meeting today which you should go, it’s at 11:15 in the conference room.” She said giving him a smile and walking away. “Thank you.” Mitchel said softly. So he went on to his office, his office which he wishes it wasn’t his, to do the job that he wishes he didn’t had, he wanted to do something more, something else, something with his hands, playing guitar, fixing guitars, fixing everything; being super dad, not Mr. Mom. But still he loved his life.
He got home; the nanny was struggling with the girls. “I told you that I am NOT going to have a bath, and I will NOT change my mind!” Dilana screamed to their nanny. “Dilana! What’s wrong with you apologize now! We don’t talk that way!” Mitchel scolded her. Then he felt so bad for being the first thing he said to her during the day. “Ok sweetie, go on and please have your shower, and I’ll see what we’ll have for supper.” Mitchel go the floor vacuum and vacuumed the floor. Then washed the floor, by that time it was 5:47 p.m. He changed the load from the washing machine to the drier and then he put in the next load. He walked to the family room, and instead of getting angry he breathed in and out several times. Then he called the nanny. “Please, you have to make sure that if the girls play with some toys, they need to clean it up, I don’t want you to do it, I just want it to be done.” Mitchel said looking around the 2 dozen toys that were in the family room. He cleaned up that and open the fridge. He started making supper, left it for a little bit and went with Monica to their room. She was still sleeping. “Monica…Monica … Hi honey, how are you feeling?” Mitchel asked her with a sweet voice. She opened her eyes slowly letting the light come in. She closed them again. Then finally open them and said “Bad, the pain is all over my body.” “Ok, well start waking up because supper is almost ready.” He gave her a kiss and finished supper. “Girls, supper is ready!” They came down and thank God today they were in a good mood; they ate their supper without a fight. After that Monica sat down on the couch and watched TV with the girls. Mitchel finished the laundry and was exhausted. He needed a break, so he went down to the basement and got lost in his music. Playing his guitar, playing the notes and listening for nothing but music. But his break can’t last forever. “Daddy…Daddy…DADDY I NEED YOU!”