My intentions have always been good, always. In fact this hell-ward road I’ve been on for the last two (?) years is paved with them. Yet in spite of them, or — in some cases — as a direct result of them, I’m not happy with the current state of affairs. No…it would be more accurate to say I’m not happy with myself.
My fuse is short, my gut is large, and my brain is progressively deteriorating. But it’s time to stop the the slide. Starting right now, I’m going to —
Mommy! Where are you?
I’m right here, Tom.
MommEEEE!!! (voice getting further away) Where ARE you!?!?
I’m right HERE, Tom. In the kitchen.
You’re WHERE, Mommy? (voice getting closer)
In. The. Kitchen.
Where? (entering the kitchen now)
Right here, Tom.
You in da kitchen?? (still shouting an interrogative while making eye contact and standing a foot from me)
Yes. (wondering if perhaps I really AM invisible)
I’m hungry.
*sigh* (no such luck)
Let’s revisit this one tomorrow, shall we?
Are we living parallel lives? I’ve been absolutely invisible lately, until someone is hungry or wants to know if a favorite shirt is clean or wants to be driven somewhere. If only I could become invisible at will…
Amy, if you manage to master that skill, you must promise to pass it along. I think it’s the only thing that can save me. I’ve heard changing my name is fruitless, so it’s pretty much all up to you and your Ninja Invisibility Skill now.