Where is my humor?
I’m losing my ability to be funny, to feel funny, my—wit is being compromised because I’m too busy. I’m so busy I feel like I’m running a race with myself and I’m worried how that will end.
· My day job bled into the night and early mornings last week with interviews for the vacant (other) social work position in our district. Did I tell you that I’m the only SWKR for the entire district right now—since October? Did I tell you that? Did I? I am.
· Also the end of semester attendance review meeting ran into the evening as we saw students and parents.
· There are grandkids Christmas programs, but those are the best.
· After a CT scan I was diagnosed with Diverticulitis. Ouch.
So, I’m behind in all things known as life and holiday preparation and I'm not feeling my best.
I’m losing my humor, I tell ya.
Saturday, I bought three Christmas mugs with coffee and stuff for friends. I carried the mugs in bags to the car. I somehow-don’t know how-flipped one of the glass mugs out of the bag and onto the pavement and watched it rolled. It didn’t break. Another mug that was wrapped in paper hit “something” and broke.
I’m on my last nerve and my humor is waning.
Sunday I returned a coverlet to TJ Maxx. They no longer have a customer service desk (they told me this). No- no. I would need to stand in a long line of shoppers to return it. I did. When it was finally my turn, I put the packaged coverlet on the counter and gave the cashier my receipt. Her eyes became large and looked alarmed as she said loudly, “You’ll have to return this to Marshalls.” I stared at her for a few
hours seconds trying to process what was happening then smiled and said, “I knew that.” I apologized and returned it to the correct store.
I’m losing my humor and my mind.
I have a million things to do. I can do it. I can do it. Breathe. Breathe.
How are you all doing?