I Wish I Was Making This Up

This has been an . . . odd week for me, so I think I’ll wrap it with the lighthearted entry I was originally going to post on Monday.

It’s not uncommon for me to hum and/or sing to myself while I work, nor is it unheard of me to indulge in some narrative commentary, especially when I’m stressed. It’s rare for those worlds to combine though, and I knew I was in an odd place when I caught myself singing the following:

Where is my phone?
I think I left it in the kitchen,
but that’s okay!
Oh God . . .
I’m narrating in song.
This day is gonna be long.
And unfortunately . . .
It belongs to me!

There Are More Positive Ways To Phrase This, But Not More Heartfelt

Well . . . it looks like it’s time to increase my coping skills again since it’s not like things are getting less annoying.

Some Days That’s The Best You Can Do

Well . . . the good news is today it’s easier for me to pick up the mug.

The bad news is it’s because I keep having to resist the urge to fling the mug across the room.

This is the point I usually stop to keep my entries pithy, but that just doesn’t feel appropriate today. I don’t know why I woke up with my emotional burner set to simmer, but I did, and I don’t want to pretend that I didn’t.

I also don’t want to break this mug, so I wont.

After A While Even The Lack Of Routine Becomes Routine

Recently someone correctly divined that things are hectic around here again, and they expressed their concern about that. Now I’ve been guilty on many occasions of putting a brave face on things, but this time I truly meant it when I shrugged and said, “We’ve been far more overwhelmed than this and come through okay, so I suspect we’ll be fine.”

That’s Supposed To Happen Tonight

After two days of dealing with one flood/water related issue after another, I’m taking the day off before the rains start again.

Huh. That WOULD Make More Sense Now That You Mention It . . .

These mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb.

– Najwa Zebian

Some Days There Are No Words

*Get out of bed*

*Yawn*

*Check the news*

*Consider the relative merits of going back to bed*

*Admit that’s not a viable option*

*Focus on the day as much as possible while news feeds scream the updates on the latest pointless tragedy*

We Both Kept Going Though Because Otherwise The Wasps Would Win

I’m happy to say that by this morning the pain that was yesterday for me had mostly subsided like a wasp sting on the following day.

(I’m not just picking that metaphor out of the air by the way.  Yesterday a friend of mine had their plans disrupted by an unexpected and surprisingly painful wasp sting, and I was struck by how perfectly that described my day too.)

Good To Know. I’m Just Going To File That Little Tidbit Away For Future Reference Now

Every time I hear someone say they’d prefer to deal with a situation like pulling off a Band-Aid (i.e., doing it quickly so as not to prolong the pain), I remember a time when *I* said something like that.

It was a few days after I’d had a decidedly minor surgery, but not so minor that it hadn’t necessitated a hospital stay during that time.  At this point I was bored and I was eager to go home, and the last obstacle standing in my way was the removal of my post-surgery bandages (which were attached to me via some sort of adhesive).

So the doctor comes in, makes the usual small talk, then asks me if I want the bandages removed “fast or slow.”  Naturally, I say fast.

That’s when he looks at me like he’s really seeing me for the first time.  “I was kidding,” he said with deadly seriousness.  “Fast would kill you.”

“Fantabulanope”

Life around here is running on more or less an even keel again at the moment, and that’s nice, but that doesn’t mean I don’t remember the not-so-long-ago time when I was making up new words to best convey my precise level of disinclination to deal with the latest dilemma clamoring for my attention.