I wake up at 5am Monday through Friday for work. Unless I have some activity outside of my house that requires otherwise, I utterly refuse to acknowledge the earth exist before 8am on weekends. Even so I generally do actually get out of bed until well past nine. So can someone please explain why my brain did not understand the assignment this morning?
My eyes opened to a bright sunny day and I declared today I ain’ts gonna do nuttin’. I did not want to do anything. I did not want to go out for anything. I did not want to think about anything. I had no plans for the day other than to veg out. In fact I was in bed, in my pyjamas minding my business of nothing other than deciding how I was going to completely lag about today – and then…
Stop. Drop. Go get the broom girl and grab a mop.
Go. Go. Gotta make those floors shine and glow.
[10 points to those of you who get the musical reference]
The next thing I knew it was past noon. I don’t what happened…
Ms. I Did Not Want To Do Anything had a kitchen, bathroom, living room and bedroom were swept, mopped, dusted and a load of laundry done. Wait what? I heard my grandmother’s voice on my head girl what is you doin’? and whatever magical button that had suddenly turned on Domestic Goddess mode now turned off. I looked in my dining room / office that also could have used a little need a spin n’ span that happened in every other room in my place, but the brain said noPe we’re good.
The next thing I knew it was past two. I don’t what happened…
Ms. I Did Not Want To Go Out For Anything was getting showered and dressed to hang out with cousins. They were in the City for a few hours and wanted to go out to dinner. I looked at the beef stew in my refrigerator longingly. I pretty sure it laughed at me. Perhaps sneered – stews be like that sometimes..
The next thing I knew it was past eight. I don’t what happened…
Ms. I Did Not Want To Think About Anything after coming back in from the early dinner found herself looking at a completed poem and a 3200 word chapter of a potential story. That last was especially frustrating because I have a different story I’ve been try in finish for nearly a month. I abhor everything I write for it, none of it feels right for that story. Yet Muse – fickle wench – drops this whole new thing on my on a day I didn’t want to think about anything. Harrumph!
The next thing I know it’s going on ten pm and for a day I in which I wanted to do nothing find myself realizing that only thing I had wanted to do today -post a slice today- came close to not happening.
Day 6 of 31
15th Annual Slice of Life Writing Challenge
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