My Single Mom Life

I'm doing good self, what's up?
Well that was a little harsh down below don't you think?
Um, no, not really.
Really?
Really.
Wow, People obviously think it's a bit harsh girl cuz lots of looky loos and no words ya know?
Yeah well sometimes people have no words.
True, so true. But really, how are you?
I'm hanging. I uh snapped for a bit a day or two ago, really have no clue when cuz the days have all been some sort of blurry thing rushing by me since Sunday.
Yeah, that totally sucked chick.
Yup.
So uh, whatcha doin'?
Well at the moment, I'm taking a break. I just swept and mopped out that whole room, vacced all my rugs that I could and took some mail to the mailbox, smoking a cig, drinking a diet coke and talking to you. Why? What do you need?
Well I was thinking that you should find a way to clear off your bed cuz our back is seriously twitching.
No shit. You don't say.
And then we should check that suitcase full of pictures and baby books and newspapers. You know, the important suitcase that was on the floor of the closet.
Yuh. I'd like to get to that but I'm afraid of what I might find in it when I open it. A big suitcase of destroyed family pictures and mushy newspapers and mementos.
Yeah that would suck alright.
*nods*
But you know you gotta right? You know that sooner or later that big pile of stuff on your bed is gonna have to be gone through and sorted and saved if possible.
I know. I'm just gathering my inner strength by focusing on cleaning so that when and if I open it and it's all fucked up, I can deal with it without losing it. I lost it already this week. People are starting to get nervous.
Yeah they are but girl, they understand.
Right now they might. One more katspolosion they might not. Dig?
We'll be ok once we get our house back in order, you know that.
I do, it's just getting it back that worries me. Lots to do, where to start, how to proceed with this crazy OCD looming over me like a black cloud.
So talking to ya about it ain't helping is it?
Not really. You're just making me a bit nuttier reminding me what needs to be done. I am only one woman with all of this and one woman that took off her magic bracelets years ago.
Where'd they go?
I took 'em off and put 'em somewhere, can't remember.
Well maybe they're in that suitcase?
Doubt it. I think I tossed 'em. Too many memories to keep 'em hanging around.
Yeah, we're not what we used to be are we?
Nope. But hey, I got things to do so are we done here?
Yeah, just checking on ya.
Ok, well gotta go.
Ok, um, later?
Yeah, later.