When I put one foot in front of the other
And end up tripping myself
I laugh through the stumble
Not believing I could purposefully do
such a thing.
But when I leave five minutes
After I should have,
Everytime,
All the time,
I drive white knuckled and swear,
Upset at anyone who delays me.
When I stare at a pile of clothes,
An unkempt mixture of laundered and worn,
I dread how I will have to carve
Out
a big chunk
of time to fix it,
But tuck the morsels of not doing it
Right then and there,
into my “Im too busy”s,
As they catch up on Netflix.
Oh yes, I always envied the houses
Where drawers had one purpose,
Someone calling out to you
“It should be in there!”
Knowing it would be,
Whilst I prayed in my own house
“It Should be in there!
(Please be in there.
Please. Its gotta be right in there. I swear I put it there. Where else would I have put it?)”
Yes, life has handed me chaos,
But I’m the one paying her decoratoring
Expenses.
I should probably look into doing something
about that.
Next week.
