High Pitched Scream
I am wound tight. My dear friend from Bible Study had her mom pass away yesterday. My mom’s dear friend’s mom passed away today. I was to visit with Trina and her daughters on Wednesday, after my nail appointment, but now I’ll be helping with a funeral dinner. I don’t have any time to myself now either.
Having a teenager living with us shows just how darn selfish I really am. I am used to being alone and quiet for at least 30 minutes when I get home from work. But Mindy had been alone for some time already and was wanting to talk and show me things on her computer.
By the time Rob came home, I was feeling some pressure. Mindy is used to the adults in the house screaming. No, she isn’t used to it, because she gets all clingy if we have words, so I didn’t want to vent to my darling so she could hear it. I whispered in his ear while we were in the kitchen and Mindy was in the office, but my heart didn’t feel any better.
I went in my bedroom and closed the door and laid face-down on the floor and I couldn’t even cry. My thoughts were so disorganized and I made the following list on paper, because my brain wasn’t working.
Tuesday: Work out, work, move lady from battered woman’s shelter, ice cake for funeral dinner, get dinner along the way, make menu for next two weeks. Record American Idol. Pick up house. Go to sleep on time.
Wednesday: Work out, get paycheck, go to bank, nail appt., deliver cake to church, attend funeral, help with funeral dinner preparation, come home and spend time with Mindy while making our dinner, get groceries when Rob is done working. Get home in time for American Idol. Pick up house. Go to sleep on time.
Thursday: Work out, Bible Study, get dinner in crock pot, work, spend time with Rob and Mindy, eat dinner, pick up house, go to sleep on time.
Friday: Work out, work, poop out. Go to sleep, no matter where I am.
Saturday: Work, sign up at the insane asylum for week of decompressing beginning on Monday, mix two casseroles, one for Easter Breakfast, one for Easter Dinner. No rest for the weary. No sleeping until it’s done.
Sunday: 5:30 AM, bake casserole, 8 AM “Sunrise Service” followed by breakfast. Stay at church because no sense in going home. Cook dinner casserole at church in the oven while 11 AM service is going on. Mom and Dad’s house for Easter dinner. Die on the couch and don’t move until 9 PM.
Monday: Check into insane asylum. See if they have group rates because surely Rob is as busy as me this week, or moreso.
When I got done with my pity-party, I read a cool book that Rob purchased for me on Saturday when we went shopping with Trina and The Brain. It’s about slowing down and simplifying your life. Prioritizing. Saying “no” to good things so you can say “yes” to better things.
And then it came…. after we’d eaten dinner, my heart was still a little in an uproar and I asked Mindy to go out with me to play with the dogs and get rid of some energy. She was hiding behind a chair, and I thought she was in her bedroom, about 15 feet from me. So I took a breath to yell to her that I was ready, and she popped up from behind the chair.
I let out the highest scream ever heard by human ears, and loud, and long. Rob and Mindy were sure that it was the end of my life, or I’d seen a rat. And then we three couldn’t stop laughing for a very long time afterward.
So I guess I was wound up tight… and that was God’s not-so-subtle way of getting me to dial it back a few.
It was fun, anyway.
April 3, 2007 at 12:25 am
whoah wow, don’t know just what to say.
but if it were me, i would bail on american idol,
buut then I have very little Tv in my life.
much love and hugs to the busy couple.
April 3, 2007 at 8:19 am
Greetings. It’s amazing how a gang of seemingly routine events events can completely rob us of evey minute of our day. Our lives are about as busy it seems. We have 4 kids; of which our older son has autism while our oldest daughter has other issues revolving around rebellion and hanging with a rough crowd. The younger dauhter and our youngest son are both heavily involved in extra-curricular ativities. Not to mention the goats. It’s a never-ending three ring circus; complete with drama, and at times, contention. It seems that a lot of folks that we know are equally busy, even more so in many cases. These are the days that Daniel wrote about in which folks are running to and fro while knowledge is increased. As such you have a lot of company. (I was going to sarchastically ask you “what do you do in your spare time?”
Thanks for posting.
Have a blessed and more relaxed day in Christ.
timbob
April 3, 2007 at 10:19 am
i just looked at this again, and I wanted to compliment you on your title,: It is perfect, it drew me in and it did not disappoint. I was with you to the end and yes, i could hear the windows rattling. so cool when writing bridges over such a distance. do any of us recall what we were like at 16? hmm
( i think i block it out)
April 3, 2007 at 5:44 pm
Sometimes it just comes out in the most unexpected way!
And yes, you just have to say “no” sometimes.
I agree with the other David - dump ‘American Idol’; you know it makes sense! LOL!
I recoreded American Idol.
April 3, 2007 at 6:16 pm
A good scream or running around have about the same effect - laughter is a good way to reduce tension also, glad that is the way it ended. ec