29 And Still Don't Have "It" Together
Ok, so 2 days into being 29, you wouldn't see anything different with me. I'm still the level-headed person that I am known to be. Still making sound decisions on a dime. Still processing ridiculous amounts of information while I sit through a casual conversation sipping coffee. Always thinking of the next thing and thinking of the details that make me certain I have a mild or raging form of OCD.
I, for the most part, look like I have it together. For the most part I look like someone who can walk in a straight line, read out loud while enunciating clearly, and recite my ABC's.
Unfortunately, it is all a ruse.
Every now and then my true colours shine through. There is the most ridiculously cluttered, clumsy and crude me that lies deep beneath the facade and pokes it's ugly head on occassion. This is the me that is ok with drinking out of a carton, trips over my own two feet, forgetting to pull down the car window before sticking my head out it, leaving dirty dishes out for days, and forgetting about the laundry I've left in the washer for a week (this smells bad when you open the machine so beware!).
It happens when I'm tired. When I'm frazzled. When my brain gives up because it just wants a break.
This resulted in a turkey flying across the kitchen island and resulting in a Thanksgiving slip-n-slide.
This resulted in me locking myself out of my house and ripping a human sized hole through the back screen in an attempt to crawl through. A small hole and slipping my hand in to unlock it would have sufficed.
This resulted in an unfortunate baking incident where I knocked over a full bag of flour to the ground, then turned around looking for a towel, proceeding to knock over a full glass of water which shattered to the ground and mixed with the flour.
Today, at 29, I would hope for some improvement. Nope.
I vacuumed my home today. Satisfied I wrapped the cord back around the vacuum and proceeded to put it back into the closet. While doing so, I knocked over a full box of laundry detergent...in the closet ALL OVER OUR SHOES.
I took the vacuum back out. Sucked all of it up and put the vacuum away.
I took the laundry detergent, took my darks, grabbed a roll of quarters and went to the laundry room.
Got to the laundry room, opened the door, tripped over my own foot on my way in, put down my heavy load, and dropped the coin of quarters which broke on impact and scattered all over the floor.
I got two washers started. When I was putting coins in the 2nd washer, I absent-mindedly kept feeding the machine. Ended up putting in $2.50 worth when all it took was $2. I tried to get my coins back but of course it won't give them back.
I am now sitting and blogging in fear of something else going wrong. Truly, this is the real me. I am quite the discombobulated gal ... I just seem to hide it well for the most part. What joys will the trip to the dryer bring I wonder?
I, for the most part, look like I have it together. For the most part I look like someone who can walk in a straight line, read out loud while enunciating clearly, and recite my ABC's.
Unfortunately, it is all a ruse.
Every now and then my true colours shine through. There is the most ridiculously cluttered, clumsy and crude me that lies deep beneath the facade and pokes it's ugly head on occassion. This is the me that is ok with drinking out of a carton, trips over my own two feet, forgetting to pull down the car window before sticking my head out it, leaving dirty dishes out for days, and forgetting about the laundry I've left in the washer for a week (this smells bad when you open the machine so beware!).
It happens when I'm tired. When I'm frazzled. When my brain gives up because it just wants a break.
This resulted in a turkey flying across the kitchen island and resulting in a Thanksgiving slip-n-slide.
This resulted in me locking myself out of my house and ripping a human sized hole through the back screen in an attempt to crawl through. A small hole and slipping my hand in to unlock it would have sufficed.
This resulted in an unfortunate baking incident where I knocked over a full bag of flour to the ground, then turned around looking for a towel, proceeding to knock over a full glass of water which shattered to the ground and mixed with the flour.
Today, at 29, I would hope for some improvement. Nope.
I vacuumed my home today. Satisfied I wrapped the cord back around the vacuum and proceeded to put it back into the closet. While doing so, I knocked over a full box of laundry detergent...in the closet ALL OVER OUR SHOES.
I took the vacuum back out. Sucked all of it up and put the vacuum away.
I took the laundry detergent, took my darks, grabbed a roll of quarters and went to the laundry room.
Got to the laundry room, opened the door, tripped over my own foot on my way in, put down my heavy load, and dropped the coin of quarters which broke on impact and scattered all over the floor.
I got two washers started. When I was putting coins in the 2nd washer, I absent-mindedly kept feeding the machine. Ended up putting in $2.50 worth when all it took was $2. I tried to get my coins back but of course it won't give them back.
I am now sitting and blogging in fear of something else going wrong. Truly, this is the real me. I am quite the discombobulated gal ... I just seem to hide it well for the most part. What joys will the trip to the dryer bring I wonder?
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