i don't like putting things away. i like getting them out, but i am not very good at the follow-up. loading the dishwasher is fine, unloading is boring. the thrill of christmas decorations being dug out of boxes is so much fun, but the manger scene loses its' magic sometime in march. so to manage that, i find it is best to leave things be, not bring them out, shhhh! stay there.
on mondays for four years, i would pick up mom's groceries and take them into her apartment kitchen and do my best to put things away. it took her a while to wheel and waddle out to the table, she in her crinkly sleepy robe, all out of plans and opinions except for one: "linnie, are you going to close that cupboard? are you done in there? oooo you know what your daddy would say... you are going to hit your head on that door if you don't close it.....oooo you should shut that cupboard door, linnie.
which is why i left it open.
daddy was there when nightmares appeared and he chased away those bad cupboard monsters. he just did, he was brave that way. today i learned that monsters and nightmares show up in more places than dreams, they show up in your waking times, too, just as scary and just as threatening if you dont' happen to be looking. just like a kitchen cupboard door left open while you prepare a grilled cheese sandwich for your mom....raise your head and smack your eye on the corner of that faux wooden door...yes, just like that. bad dreams show up in broad daylight and slam you good, only because you raised your head at the wrong moment. you should have been looking but you were not, and now you have a black eye whether you deserve it or not.
my head is aching and so are my eyes and so is the rest of me.
hey daddy, will you close that cupboard door for me, please, so i can sleep?
ok fine, i'll do it myself.
but only if you promise to chase all my monsters.
really?! deal. sweet dreams.
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