By the time I closed that last box I was crying pituful salty tears all over the front of my t-shirt. I don't know if it's physical, mental, or emotional, but it would seem that I decided to pick this afternoon to have my nervous breakdown.
Talk about dropping my basket!
So I did what any self-respecting 51 year old portly spinster would do. I sat right down in the middle of the kitchen floor and had a good cry about it while silumtaneously watching the Kardashians on the little kitchen teevee.
All done now. Just a momentary lapse of sanity that I like to think of as a "spiritual colonic".
I think it started when I went out to get the mail and stopped to chat with the weed lady. The weed lady is one if the members of the landscaping crew that show up to do all of the lawn mowing and leaf blowing and weed pulling, etc. This particular lady and I bonded the year I brought Stewey home as a wee baby and she would sit a play with him while I pulled the weeds for her.
(She's 79 years old for crying out loud. The very least I could do was let her hide out on my back patio for a little bit playing with what was arguably the cutest puppy ever known to man.)
I hadn't seen the weed lady in quite some time, and it turns out that she hadn't been here since last Spring because her daughter broke her back and the weed lady had to care tor her.
Yup...you guessed it.
She didn't know that my Stewey had died.
So needless to say, spending 45 minutes standing in the driveway holding a sobbing weed lady in 85 degree heat in my pajamas was not exactly conducive to running today's schefule with the precision of a Swiss watch. We ran that train right off the rails, kids!
But it's done, and now I can go take a nice long shower or soak in the tub and I can focus on doing a little laundry and calling it a day.
Tomorrow is linen closet and hall closet day, so methinks I should be able handle that without too much drama....unless I just jinxed myself again!
Hope your Monday was/is swell!