I seem to be suffering from Temporary insanity. Of course, the fact that it started 26 years ago when I had my first of 2 delightful children makes it seem a little more permanent. I still say it is a temporary affliction that I will grow out of. I talk to myself, sometimes I even answer myself. Self and I argue on a regular basis. I forget things all the time. Like the fact that I did, in fact, make broccoli the other night with dinner. Which, as I realized at 5 o’clock this morning, is the reason my house smells like I have a pet skunk with a flatulence problem. (Note to self…take out the trash immediately upon completion of this post!) I have to edit myself when I speak to remove four letter words a lot, so I sound like an idiot that cannot complete a full sentence. But this will all pass eventually, right?
A million little things keep the temporary insanity alive and well. My insurance adjuster, that has filed a claim with the same wrong insurance company TWICE, for a fender bender that I was in a couple of weeks ago. My office, perfectly appointed, except for the fact that I currently have no desk chair. Glad Odor Control trash bags that are not currently controlling the odor of that broccoli at all. The roofers 3 doors down that started work at 5:30 this morning. Is it temporary? I’m not sure anymore. The only thing I am 100% certain of is that I am closing this post to go take out that stinking trash. Right. Now.