day 161: deep fried me
No artificial crunchy tan from a bunch of long light bulbs (although a couple of years ago Geo and I went to a salon weekly during the Winter and lu-huved it)No consumption of things that are bad for me (although I "earned' a handful of mini candy bars at a district in-service meeting today)
No thugs coming after me (although I still need to pay a bill or three)
But I still feel like I have been swimming in a fry daddy, because my mind is overloaded and boiling. Teaching the kiddos beginning sounds. Balancing a hollow check book. Worrying about my man-cubs. Tending to my sweet guy. Learning lots of useful teacher-stuff in my classes. Missing my sister.
I need to pull myself out and stretch out on a paper towel. I am happy, but over-cooked.
4 comments
It's the hollow check book that can really turn up the heat on the grease. The rest (especially the handful of mini candybars) adds flavor to the deep fried concoction. It's time to relax on the paper towel.
I am currently undercooked but through the window of my calendar I can see a vat of boiling oil being prepared for me. Eeep.
Why can't we just be toasty, comfortably warm?
I love your metaphors.
I am being deep fried, too. And I don't love that nearly as much as I love your metaphors.
I've been feeling pretty deep fried myself lately. The worst is when I realize I still have too much time in the cooker before I get to leave and relax.
Post a Comment