Before the end of school was a dismay, today it’s a bit of a bitter relief

Finally, I said softly, to myself. Finally what, my son shouted from the other room: when I call him to set the table or to tell him what grade did you get, but you’re crazy, his eardrums are useless, he hears nothing, if I scream he hears even less, but for the whole the rest of the things of our domestic life has twenty-seven very sensitive ears. Once, in the bathroom, talking to the cat, I said: of course you lead a wonderful life, do you want to swap with me for a while? My son teased me for months, I denied ever saying so, but I remember very well the expression of my cat curled up in the bidet: he stared at me with sovereign pity. Finally what, he repeated, that never gives up despite not being a nerd like Barbra Streisand. Finally nothing, finally the sun is out and today is a holiday, we go to the beach, we stay for half an hour and then we go back. He grinned because he doesn’t believe me. He knows very well what I think this time, he also knows that I can’t admit it to him. Finally school is over. Finally no teacher will call me from an unknown number scolding me because I didn’t answer her last week, always from an unknown number. Finally I won’t have to say: excuse me, it’s all my fault, I’ll come tomorrow morning at 7:50, but sure, it will be a pleasure.