Thursday, September 20, 2012

Demands. Warning, this is not pretty.

Do you ever have those days? 
Those days where you just feel like more than enough is being demanded of you?

It's not like it's been a particularly hard day or that my husband has been anything less than wonderful, it's just been long, tiring, and overly demanding. 
And so help me...
If one more dish demands to be washed, 
one more towel demands to be folded, 
one more pillow demands to be fluffed, 
one more homework assignment demands to be done,
one more self conscious thought demands me to work out, 
one more tear threatens to fall from my eyelashes for no.blasted.good.reason, 
then I will have no choice but to go out to the garden, dig up a small and innocent worm and torture it with every evil bone in my body. (Too much?)

My adult senses that draw back the childhood memories of being taught right and wrong demand me to stop acting like a whiny and immature two-year-old and suck it up.

But I. don't. want. to. 
(you should have read that in a whiny two-year-old voice, otherwise we can't be friends)
What I want is to have a bowl of popcorn all to myself, curl up in bed in my panties, watch Coraline, or The Fantastic Mr. Fox, or some other movie far below my level of mental stimulation, and to wake up to a perfectly clean house, and all my homework done.

Is that really too much to ask?!
And when I wake up and this is not the case,
THIS will be the face I make as my eyes most likely prey on the pair of plaid pajama pants on the ground (or my unsuspecting husband breathing my air) :
 Which will then be followed by this face:
 Then my husband will most likely have the pleasure of being woken up by a display similar to this:
( and yes, if needed I may just even pound on my chest like Donkey Kong. I'll try to resist shoving a remote control up my rump.)
Only to be followed by none other than this reaction:

Heaven forbid, if I have to close one more cabinet door, my brain may very well explode into a Jackson Pollock across the inside of my cranium.

Someone tell me I'm not the only one who has these days!
With that being said, I will be in my room, with some popcorn, ignoring anything and everything that is driving my OCD self to insanity.


  1. If you are asking for advice, straighten the linen closet, close the door, walk away and come back to bask in its beautiful order every half hour or so. That works for me. I was given some advice about a month ago because of this very same problem. My wise friend suggested I mow the lawn. It stays done for quite a while. :) (I hope that helps some. . . now go enjoy your popcorn.)

  2. Oh goodness, I've been there. I know what that feels like. Sometimes you have to let some things go for the sake of your sanity--it's okay to take a mental health day!

    Oh, and after watching that video I need to listen to some Enya or something. O_O


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