I had procrastinated long enough. Summer, winter. Ready, not ready. It didn’t matter. There was never going to be a good time. Hickory dickory dock. The tick tock of the clock was beginning to rattle my cage. I had avoided the issue long enough. Now there were only 39 days until B day and the number 3 was on my mind. But what could be so fearsome as to warrant the complex web of excuses [forward-slash, “delay tactics”], that I’d spun myself? I’d been there and done it all before, so what was the big drama? Well, apparently everyone else around me had also been there and done it all before me. And as if that wasn’t enough, even my own social media sites were on board, prodding me with unnervingly omniscient pop-ups peddling subliminal messages, such as: “Start potty training for the most stubborn child in 3 days flat”.
There was nothing subliminal about that. Continue reading “Knicker-Bocker Glory”
I often think how charming it must be to be you. A playful and usually petty challenge, you know how to woo your way out of anything with a tilt of the head and a flash of that cheeky, tooth-filled smile. Sometimes, often, always you have the ability to dissipate my despair and alleviate my anger with just a whisper of your soft, sweet, velvety tones. A melt-in-the mouth moment that you pull off. Every time.
Charming. Continue reading “A day in the life of you”
Last night I had a dream. Actually, it was more of a nightmare. It wasn’t one of my biannual titanic/terrorist/tsunami nightmares though. There was no crash….bang…..or water. But it was a nightmare, all the same. A nightmare that made my heart race. A nightmare that made me sweat. Sweating… as if I had something to be ashamed of. And it played out something like this:
I needed to do something. Something serious. And that something, which I just could not sum up, had to be sorted by 9am the following day. But it was only after what felt like 7 hours, 59 minutes and 59 seconds of somnial soul searching, that this certain something revealed itself to me, in an abysmally anticlimactic way, before waking me up. To a retrospective sigh of relief. Continue reading “Homework Hell”