Some days I feel like a U-Haul. When I am mentally and physically healthy, when I have the resources I need and my support system is intact I can cover huge distances. I move mountains. Other days are covered wagon days; fewer resources, less distance covered, but I can still move a solid chunk.
Today is a handcart day. I need to be very careful what I choose to put into today because there is no room for anything but essentials.
What is essential? Not totally sure on that one. I am pretty sure feeding the masses is on the list. Finding out what stinks in the kitchen should definitely be considered. Actually, this day looks like a half played game of Jenga - you know, at the point where the balance becomes a bit precarious. I feel like if I choose the wrong block the entire tower will com crashing down. That sounds dangerous. But really, most Mondays are dangerous that way. Hmmm, so if this is a dangerous adventure, does that make me James Bond? Batman? Nancy Drew? I would like to be Marjorie Hinkley. She trumps Batman any day.
But I am me - pajama clad, mussy haired, racoon eyed (no energy for make-up removal last night) me. Maybe there is a flock of angels up in heaven made up entirely of former house-keepers and Merry-Maids. I'm going to start praying for a visit. And I am going to start doing child #2s homeschool. The letter D is going into the handcart
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