Well, the countdown is on. It looks like I have about a week and a half to get my life in order before I return to the ranks of Those Who Work For A Living. That should be enough time to accomplish everything I meant to do during the previous 15 months of unemployment hell, right? Right?? Hello…?
No matter. Small multicolored animated birds and butterflies accompany me wherever I go, these days. They flit and swoop around my head and sing Disney tunes–which does get a little bit old–and titter in the most charming way in reaction to any of life’s little roadblocks.
Snow day (yesterday)? Teehee! Let’s go play outside! Two hour delay (this morning)? Tralala! What fun! Hair clippers bit a little chunk out of Monkey’s ear? Um… Well, okay, even the animated harbingers of happiness did look a little dismayed when that happened. But only for a minute. They were back to their jubilant flitting in no time. Handsome boy with a fresh haircut, they marvelled. And doesn’t he look tough with that little ear nick? Oh yes he does! Laaaaaaaaaaalala!
So you can see how I’m just groovin’ along… going with the flow, as someone near and dear to me likes to say. And I’m perfectly happy this way. The birds and butterflies aren’t even creeping me out all that much, and so far I’ve resisted the urge to warble a wistful song into a well.
But I draw the line at realizing that every single laundry basket I own is sitting around my room with clean laundry in it, and every family member is participating in a rousing round of “dig for undergarments” each morning because all of our drawers are empty. It’s time to get my feet back on the ground, and get some things done. I’m wearing my last clean pair of polka-dotted panties and the solid color ones are a bitch to spot amongst everything else in the baskets.