You can tell the condition of my mind by the condition of my home.
Right now, it looks like a bomb went off; papers strewn about, dirty dishes, laundry here and there, packs of wild dust bunnies roaming free, small fires in places, a burned-out car in the middle of the kitchen, sirnes in the playroom, children wailing in the background, that acrid smell in the air that always seems to accompany disaster. I can't triage the damage fast enough, mostly because I am not sure what needs my attention first -- the whole point of triage being to find out what needs your attention first, so, you can see my problem...... Unable to move, I sit, dazed and stunned, watching Rome burn.
2 comments:
Damn, baby, I feel your pain. Put out the fire in the car, and then pour a drink. Deep breath, deep swig, combat helmet on? OK- get back in there and silence the sirens! Now put on some music, and start in the kitchen.
I love you. Your writing rocks.
xoxo
I want my room to reflect my moods when I grow up. right now all it reflects is that there are three people and not enough space.
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