One thing I've learned through all this is that brains heal very s-l-o-w-l-y. I'm anxious to get on with my life but my brain more often than not stops me dead in my tracks. It has other ideas and those are all quite self-absorbed.
Me: Come on Brain, enough already. I've been pampering you for a whole year.
Brain: Ha. You call that pampering? If you really loved me you would have taken the year off, gone to the beach and focused on me.
Me: So it's all about you?
Brain: You're helpless without me.
Me: And sometimes pretty helpless with you! Cut me some slack.
Brain: I need more sleep.
Me: I gave you 9 whole hours last night. Talk about ungrateful.
Brain: I need 9 hours EVERY night. You've been neglecting me.
Me: Sigh. What's a mother to do? I've got work, Chicken Little and don't even mention keeping up appearances.
Brain: I've been meaning to talk to you about that. When exactly do you think you'll fold that pile of laundry? Hopefully before you do more.
Me: Now. I'll do it now... (grumbling to self) You want more sleep then nag me because the housework isn't done..... ungrateful... grumble grumble...
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