Or the post in which Cole puts her iPod through the washing machine.
I don’t know what’s been going on with me for the past two weeks or so. It’s just like lost my wits about my. I have literally lost multiple things, including my box cutter (I think it went out with the trash) and a brand-new pair of panties, which must have walked off with someone else’s laundry.
The straw that broke the metaphorical camel’s back, however, was when I went to bed last night wanting to listen to my iPod, only to realize that I had forgotten to remove my iPod from my jeans pocket when I tossed them in the washer. Then it dawned on me.
Oooh, that’s what that sound was in the dryer. Actually, the iPod had flown out of the dryer when I was checking to see if my laundry was done and landed on the floor, I’m lucky it was even there when I returned. I’m even luckier that it still somehow works.
I don’t do well with losing things. I guess other people would say that “everything happens.” I guess this is true, but my anxiety drives me to keep tracks of things and people and events. Not knowing just gnaws at me. With time, I’ll get over all this silly and forgetful stuff. I’m sure to be on the top of my game, now.
However, it’s still just so unlike me. It really ruffles my feathers the wrong way. And then I end up with all this nervous energy and no good way to deal with it. So, today I stressedÂ cleaned the house I had just cleaned to a deep clean and hung up a mirror with the help of a friend. My house feels amazing, but I don’t quite feel that awesome.
I hope I can get back to be soon because now that it’s finally warm and spring-like, it’s time to enjoy fresh air, long walks and all of the things that make me happy. I just hope I don’t manage to displace them.