Screams From My Right Brain

What Does She Want?

It’s like my soul is a toddler screaming in the background

The waiting is killing me.

Now that I’ve scheduled my creative sabbatical, I want it to start NOW!

Meanwhile, everything I’m doing to prepare for this feels like hell. I’ve lost all patience. I’m irritable. It’s like my soul is a toddler screaming in the background while I’m on a phone call with a financial advisor. I’m trying to be left-brained for just a bit, but my right-brained self is throwing an epic temper tantrum, and I’m finding it nearly impossible to concentrate.

My head hurts today. I think the screaming has finally got to me, as have the dishes that are on a constant cycle of smelling in the sink before I finally unload the dishwasher of clean dishes only to fill it up again so I can have a clean sink and counter. In less time than it takes a common house fly to poop on a stale cookie, it’s time to make a meal, and because the dishwasher is running, I’m forced to, once again, use the kitchen sink as a temporary holding place for slime and sludge.

I want two dishwashers.

If only the toddler would stop screaming, I might be able to get something accomplished so I can then tend to her. What does she want? To be heard?

“I hear you!” I shout back to her. “Just a minute, I’ll be there when I can. You’re okay.”

She doesn’t stop. Now she’s jumping up and down on furniture, her face matching the reddish purple of my leather couch.

“Not much longer!”

But she doesn’t stop, and neither do I.