This post is filled with sarcasm and bite (and a loving shout-out to my Mom:)…
On this rainy Monday morning, I’m wallowing in the dungeon of how much work can I get done in a week. I am up-to-my-brows in stuff and it’s not writing work. Yes, it happens to us all whether we are readers or writers, moms or dads, single or married, we get busy, and balancing busy is an art.
I wish I could do a better job of it myself, but since it is Monday, and I don’t like Mondays (except when my mom’s birthday falls on a Monday), I’ve decided to mock organized people whom I’ve dubbed:
Shiny Happy People.
When faced with the Evil Day Job they can be overheard saying that Monday is the best day of the week. SHP!
In a world that thrives on making sense I am ambiguity. (SQUIRREL ALERT!) I don’t know why I wrote that. But I’ll make up a character based on that line one day.
Those people who organize their recipes in a box with tabs, plot their books and follow the outline, and forget unfavorable reviews (or comments from contests) – Yes, they are SHPs.
People that wash dishes after every meal (ugh…) – OMG! Shiny Happy People.
People who fold and/or hang up clothes after (immediately after) the loud buzzer noise goes off on the dryer. Clothes still warm when they pull them out of the hole – yes, they, too, are SHPs.
People with Netflix “Suggestions for You” that are a blur of happy endings, animated fun and Real Housewives of Atlanta (which reminds me – I can’t wait for RWA Nationals in Atlanta! I love Atlanta and I’m looking forward to National’s this year – my first year with a PRO pin!).
Yes, this is a rant. And it’s all about Monday morning, but it’s also a celebration (yes, I will segue into this masterfully:)…
Today is my Mom’s 79th birthday. She is a sweetie of major proportions and I just wanted you to join me in wishing her a great day, a great month, and many great years to come.
I also wanted to share a recent photo of my gal.
She knows exactly why I am ranting. She heard about it all yesterday (well, especially on Friday), but she listens really well. That’s an art—listening, and paying attention without digging in too deep. Sometimes you’ve got to know when to dig too deep or and when to keep it on the surface. She knows.
Smooches Mommy:)! Happy Birthday Mother! (See photo of my mother and her hubby. They call each other “Bunny”…:) Photo taken by moi on April 10.
Now, a brief return to my rant.
Are you one of them – one of those Shiny Happy People (and that REM song from 1991–I really can’t stand it)?
Happy Monday to all!