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If you can’t sprinkle something sweet . . .

Union break. I’m half way through morning chores when I decide I need an iced coffee.

laundry roomI can feel my blood sugar dropping so I turn off the hose and make my way toward the house. But, first I see a flower that needs to be deadheaded. Done.

Then, take down a hummingbird feeder that needs to be refilled — I’ll take it in with me, fill it and bring it out when I return.

Inside the house (I’m still at my sister’s), I pass the laundry room and realize the dryer has stopped and the load of towels have been sitting long enough to get a bit wrinkled. I wet the wash cloth and start them again.

Hmm. The cat box needs to be cleaned. It can wait. I need to eat something.

Iskaffe (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I pick up the cat dishes and on my way to the sink with them am thinking how the floor needs to be swept when I drop one of the dishes on my sister’s beautiful tile floor. Now I have to sweep the floor before I cut my foot or worse yet, one of the cats get cut and I have to figure out where the vet is.

I’m getting that crazy thing going where I can’t get anything done because everywhere I turn I see something that needs to be done and I can’t stay focused long enough to get anything done because everywhere I turn I see something that needs to be done so I can’t get anything done because . . . well, you know.

I sweep the floor and decide I’d better make that coffee and grab a nutrition bar at least before I faint and no one finds me before my sister and her husband get home late Saturday night.

Not that anyone would care except the hungry cats and the dead vegetables and plants. Well, and my friends who expect me for lunch at our favorite Thai place tomorrow and my cabin buddies at the first day of Camp NaNoWriMo tomorrow. (I still don’t know what I’m going to write. *freak out*)

Artificial Sweetner - Splenda
Artificial Sweetner – Splenda (Photo credit: Bukowsky18)

I love that one of the Splenda packages I opened for my coffee said “If you can’t sprinkle something sweet, don’t sprinkle anything at all.” I’m pretty sure they were referring to Splenda and not my attitude. I’ll have to discuss that with my therapist.

Oh, my coffee is empty. I’m afraid to go downstairs again to make another. I’m sure to pass several things that need to done or open another Splenda packet with more sweet, sage advice.

And, the dryer is probably done and the clothes are wrinkled again and the cat box is still dirty and the humming birds have probably emptied another feeder and I haven’t refilled the first one and another flower is probably dead and I need to buy a cat dish to replace the one I broke and I think my blood sugar is dropping again and I hear Katie left Tom and poor Suri and I haven’t even watched the Olympics today and I still don’t know what I’m writing for Camp and it starts tomorrow. Is it too early to go back to bed?



I'm a writer making my way through life and offering observations as I go. Old enough to know better but that doesn't stop me.

8 thoughts on “If you can’t sprinkle something sweet . . .

    1. Yeah, I do kind of forget that little thing sometimes. The essentials of life rarely make it into my muddled mind! Thank goodness for automatic, life-saving reflexes!

    1. Maybe I should come walk through your house and make a list for you. Give you lots of things to do while you should be doing something else more important.

  1. I can relate to that. I call it, ‘But first’. It’s a case of this needs doing, ‘but first’, I’ll do this or that. Yep, I know where you’re coming from.

    1. I think “but first” is a perfect name for it. I’m currently making a list (a habit I’m famous for — making them, not doing the things on them) BUT FIRST I had to check in at WP. Next?

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