Ack!! I have been cheated! Quick call someone, anyone!
What? What was I cheated out of?
Well let’s see…Um, time for one. Precious time. It’s gone. I know it was here flirting with me just a moment ago. I saw it, just off in the distance like a wrapped birthday present (Ahem, which btw is coming up. I’m just saying!).
Oh and while we are at it, someone stole my clarity too! You kind of need that when you get to my age you know.
What? You want to know how I was cheated. Who did the dirty deed? You want the facts, ‘just the facts ma’am’?
Well, let’s see. Hmm. I can tell you more about the clarity thing first.
I think the last time I saw that my clarity was May. Yup, as I recall (and my recollection is excellent, most of the time, well maybe only on Sunday nights at say between nine and ten if I am awake) it was right before my kids got out of school.
Maybe that had something to do with it! Before school ended my brain was clear (for the most part) and I could do math in my head (two plus two and such), keep a list (a SHORT one), and organize my days, and my children’s, pretty well thank you.
Then school got out and Whoa! The fog rolled in and my mind hasn’t been clear one day since. I am not sure how I made it through this summer, given all we did and accomplished, but I know for certain it was not because I had any time to myself to even think.
Oh, which leads me to the time thing. Clearly, that is kind of tied to the clarity thing.
I mean last week my mind was all set, it could feel the fog lifting with the countdown to school starting. And boy was it itching to be free of kids tramping around its space, making noise, putting forth pleas, calling out to it to get its attention every waking moment. It was going to have time again all to itself and it was waiting like a leashed dog parked by the laundry room door before his morning walk.
It, I mean my mind, had even started making little lists again, just penciled in at this point mind you. Tucked off to the side, but ready to spring forth with energy at the first moment of quiet.
It could taste the smoothness of the days ahead, the tea and latte’s that would be sipped while seated for the first blessed moment since May. It could smell the jasmine and sandalwood and lavender incense burning in the kitchen of an almost (if you count the dog) empty house. It could feel the keyboard under its weight, and the opening again of pathway from pen to paper and back again.
And it could almost hear the clock ticking once more…ticking away luscious seconds, minutes, hours between the morning bedlam and carpool chaos and it was happy. Dancing happy. Singing happy. Because there it was! Time! And with time, clarity!
Time was what clarity had needed all summer to blow away the fog, to burn off the summer haze, to get down to business and tick off a few things, write a few words, read a few stanzas, pray a few prayers, meditate a few ohms. Oh the things it was going to accomplish!
Then BINGO the kids went off to school and quiet descended on the house and, and, and….the fog of summer rolled out and in its place it left a load of you know what.
No, not time, not clarity. No!
It left household administrative pandemonium! Insurance claims screaming to be filed, or re-filed, or appealed; stacks of elderly parental mail; laundry piles taller than the washer; school volunteer opportunities (already!); teen and preteen English homework to be edited ("I know its ten o'clock Mom but could you look this over before you go to bed?"); and daughter drama. You name it, it has now arrived on the doorstep of my mind, syphoing away all that lovely time off to who knows where.
Iknow can you believe it?! But I digress.
Um, where was I? Oh, yes. Cheated! I have been cheated.