POV: You find out you have a heart issue immediately after purchasing a piece of scarlet ibis artwork to go along with the short story you plan to teach your gifted child. And you convey this to your best friend through the following message:
”The scarlet ibis art brings all the irony to the yard. Am I right?”
The dark humor was not appreciated under the circumstance. Me. I laughed soooo hard.
Everything runs together. Thoughts. They interject, interrupt, intercede, intersect. I begin intricately laid out mind designs…midstream…and twenty steps ahead. This steam engine barrels down the track. Carefree of obstacles or pedestrians. Caution was thrown to the wind the instant my feet hit the floor. Mind numbing quantities of all consuming thoughts crush against my skull on the inside. Rabbit holes hang on the end of every word. Post-its. Lists. To do’s. Jumbled. Out of order. Out of context. Out of time. Anxiety rises up and takes a seat on my chest. Absolved of duty to distract. Adderall silences my mind.
Have kids they said.
It’ll be fun they said.
Tell me why I just had to vacuum out my washer due to the ungodly amount of shrubbery that just shed off a blanket.
How did that happen you ask?
Welllll. Both children decided to put on a play outside in which gymnastics and a primitive staff were created. Gravel Dust was sprinkled throughout the yard and was identified as “sand”.
This was compounded by the slime that I found had been delicately wrapped in toilet paper and washed off.
8. And. 10.
send. Help.