mind combat and dust bunnies

I have to say I'm not really feeling it today. I hit my alarm (set for 9 a.m. -- very ambitious, I know) and snoozed every 9 minutes for another hour. I grudgingly got up and walked the long hall to my daughter's room and then got into her bed. What? -- I'm not in my bed anymore! That's a start. She was getting herself ready for a walk and to be honest, I was secretly relieved when she declined my pathetic, "Do you want me to go with you?" -- even though what I actually was thinking, "I seriously do not want to get out of this bed right now. I've already walked down the hall and I'm tired."

T H E. M I N D G A M E S B E G I N

Apathetic me: What is the point of even getting up? I have nowhere to go, what would it even matter?

The Mean Kick Ass Sargent General: Get you butt out of bed. Don't be pathetic.

I see laundry piles -- I'm pretty sure your lazy ass walked past the laundry room last night pretending that you didn't realize that there was a load IN THE WASHER and that breaks the mother of all laundry rules -- YOU NEVER LEAVE CLOTHES IN THE WASHING MACHINE OVERNIGHT!

I also see dust bunnies starting to throw parties in the corners of your rooms.

I think the trash was also full last night and now that is going to smell.

Hello! You have dogs!

Did you clean the toilet this week?

You definitely need to vacuum AND WASH THOSE floors.

Looks like somebody had a late night painting session. Fun, was it? How about putting all of that away, hmmm?

Dinner must have been great -- look at all those pots and pans -- I'm proud of you for washing them but I don't think they'll put themselves away, now will they?

Ugh -- you're falling apart. This is disgusting!

Apathetic me: Ugh. I feel so overwhelmed. I don't have the energy for all of this. I am doing my part, okay. I'm saving lives -- I'm staying home. Why are you so mean?

The Mean Kick Ass Sargent General: Well, good for you. Thank you for using your common sense. You want a medal? Get up! Get up! Get up!

I walk downstairs -- well first I change from my sweatpants and sweatshirt that I slept in to new pair of sweatpants and a nice clean sweatshirt. I wash my face with cold water (and apply sunscreen), brush my teeth and head down to life. There is a car in my driveway. Shit. What do I do? There's a lady with an East jacket getting out of her car. Oooh, she looks purposeful. What do I do? I remember an email about people dropping stuff off and the suggestion that you don't need to go out to greet them (ie -- stay in your house and don't make everyone uncomfortable). I crack the window and sing out a friendly, "Helloooo!" She is examining my front porch that has a few boxes from SunBasket (yay! dinner has arrived) and asks me if I have any books for her. Books? I don't have any books. Well I have books, but I think she wants specific ones that belong to the school that I know nothing about. Was that in the email too? Did I not finish reading it? (most likely yes). I didn't have to work very hard at appearing totally clueless. Of course my daughter is out for her walk and I ask if she'd like me to call her. We both stare at each other through the screen. She pauses, then says that we can just drop them off at the school. She's still standing there. Uh hum -- why is she still just standing there. Then she says she'll just go ahead and drop off our daughter's graduation things, which put a lump in my throat. She loiters a bit longer -- lady -- I don't have the books and if you think holding a cap and gown that my daughter can't even use as ransom is going to motivate me . . . can you please leave . . . we'll drop off the books, I swear (if we can find them). This is awkward -- shoo.

After she leaves I get a group text reminder from my friend to put out the books because the East people are coming by to pick them up. Oy.

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littlebird