You know I think about how completely ditzy I am and remember my
mum's words of “she’ll grow out of it" ...
Well she never
did, I'm still as clumsy and ditzy as ever. My head is permanently in the cloud
which is not conducive to getting things done.
It's so bad
sometimes that my eldest daughter has to resort to calling me by my first name
to get my attention. How the heck I ever arrive at Dulles Airport is
a miracle on its own.
So many idea's and
stories being shaped and lists being mentally ticked off that I'm surprised I
ever come out from that fluffiness that surrounds my brain.
This morning in
the usual last minute rush to do some grocery shopping before the whole family
starves from lack of nourish meant my mind was on chapter five of my final book
of four because really that's where I wanted to be ...in my office getting the elusive
chapter under my belt and finished.
However getting home in one piece is only viable if you actually
get in the right car and when you only realise something isn't right when the key to the
ignition doesn’t fit. Then you see a cd of Irish
folk music and you just no that nowhere in your cd collection is any kind of Irish
music.
I can tell you
that I exited that car very quickly hoping against hope that no one saw me and praying that I don’t get arrested for trying to steel someone else’s vehicle.
Did I grow out of
it mum? Not a cat in hells chance lol
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