Monday morning, my husband drank his coffee out of a cereal bowl.
To be fair (to my slob self), our cereal bowls do have handles and could technically be called really big mugs.
But still . . .
I hadn’t washed dishes since last Friday.
I know. I KNOW I have to do dishes. I KNOW it is the habit upon which the state of my home balances.
I totally know.
But y’all, I had special circumstances.
Unique circumstances. (I would love to say really unique, but there’s no such thing. Unique is unique, so degrees of uniqueness aren’t possible. That’s your language lesson for the
day week month year.)
I have ants.
Ants marching in lines across my cabinets. No matter what I do, no matter what I scrub or block or remove, the ants keep doing their ant thing in my kitchen.
So I’ve been avoiding my sink. Belly up the sink and you’re guaranteed to find an ant crawling on your shirt or your arm or your NECK very soon.
But guess what happens when special circumstances keep me from doing my dishes?
1. We run out of clean dishes.
2. My kitchen gets really messy.
3. My husband drinks his coffee from a cereal bowl. (A cereal bowl with a handle . . . but still.)
Reality doesn’t stop because of my special circumstances.
While special circumstances may keep me from doing what I need to do, the results of me not doing what I need to do still happen.
Results have no pity.
But really, though, I’m the Queen of Identifying Special Circumstances That Justify Avoiding Tasks I Didn’t Really Want to Do Anyway.
So Monday morning, I used the last of my cinnamon in a desperate attempt to get the blankety-blank ants to stay away from the point where my belly meets the sink.
It kind of worked. A few fewer ants made it onto my t-shirt. My cinnamon-stained t-shirt.
What special circumstances are you facing that keep you from doing the things that have to be done, no matter the circumstances?
Oh, and if you want to know how to pronounce “blehalalala” just click the play button below to hear this post in audio form.--Nony
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