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Day 2.5

of the viral siege. I’ve darted out long enough to take the kids to school and pick the kids up from school. Oh, and I did the dishes from last night. But that’s about it. For the first time ever, I actually did all this in baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt. A sure sign that things are slowly descending into chaos. I look around at the clutter scattered throughout our living room and expect at any moment one of the boys will jump on the love seat and start trumpeting on a conch shell a la Lord of the Flies.

There’s a nagging urge to check everyone’s underwear drawer to see just how much longer I can keep this up. But tomorrow is the parent/child Thanksgiving lunch at Jack’s school, so I really do have to pull it together sooner rather than later.

One thing is certain, a stop by the UPS store is mandatory as the evidence of my on-line shopping problem is irrefutable. There are three boxes of returns that need to be taped up and shipped. The shirt was just a size error brought about by my delusion that there’s anything on my torso that can be categorized as “medium”. And the juicer I ordered has been deemed unnecessary after I received the “Big Book of Juice Recipes” and realized each glass would cost approximately $30.

And that is exactly where I am right now. If I were truly a great writer, I’d circle this all back around to some profound life lesson. As it is, I’m merely tired, mildly dehydrated and somewhat apathetic about my complete lack of control over even the smallest aspect of my life.¬†Oh, and to top it off, I’m the mystery reader at Jack’s school on Friday and the librarian beat me to “The Very Grumpy Bear.” Since it’s practically my autobiography, I’m just not sure where else to go from here.

Maybe I’ll go do a load of laundry and dig through the bookshelf for “SkippyJon Jones.” My spanish accent is muy muy fabuloso, after all. *experimentally rolls an r then counts to 10 en espanol* Hmm…suddenly I’m not feeling quite so terrible.

Writing is awesome.

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  1. Bells says

    sorry you’re still so poorly! You poor poor chook!

    I think juicers are one of those things we all LOVE the sound of but reality tells a different story. I’m yet to meet anyone who has one that isn’t a bitch to clean, costs a fortune to run ( as per your $30 example) or delivers anything like what is hoped. Best sent back indeed!

  2. Kate says

    I’m hoping you’ve kicked the flu right out of the way by now, and I realise that you’re turn as Mystery Reader is long gone, but you should try to get your hands on The Wonky Donky. Massive hit. Huge. Sure fire winner for ages 3-9. (I don’t think there are any cultural language differences to take into account – it’s by a NZ musician, but we understood it…)

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