The housekeeper and I spent a huge portion of yesterday cleaning, laundering, sweeping, and airing out every room in the house. Not much sleep for me the last 2 nights as laundry after the last guests layered the entire hallway outside the laundry room. Short on sleep, patience, and energy, I open the door to greet Don for the day. He’s all smiles. It won’t last.
He approaches me with a can of Pepsi and a large carton of raisins. Self-made breakfast of the Donald. Let’s not forget this is a one-armed man. Therefore, what is wrong with this scenario? Before reaching me in the doorway, the slightest stumble, under his feet, jettisons both Pepsi and raisins directly at my location. I’m not completely alert enough to react.
Don catches himself on the recliner chair after tripping over his own feet. The Pepsi and a carton of raisins were not so lucky. As I stare in disbelief at the disaster at my feet, Don moves forward, stomping on raisins and rapidly disappearing soda pop into the carpet. In what seems like slow motion to me, I utter “STOP walking.” He attempts a verbal response to which I hold up the palm of my right hand and utter, “STOP talking.” There is no restart button or delete, just a slowly seeping mess that cannot be ignored.
Note to Self: How deep down do I have to go, yet again, to start another day just like this?