It's called "I wanna be a kid again and let some ADULT take all the responsibility for a change" moment. I have them occasionally, when everything piles up and for a moment becomes too damned heavy to hold - the bills on the desk that need to be paid, the multitude of jobs one has taken on and said yes to and accepted responsibility for, the deadlines landing on top of one another with an audible thud, and nobody's fed the birds because *I* haven't done it and the cats bowl has no water in it because *I* haven't checked it and my husband gets frustrated and cranky because he should have more mobility back nearly five years after his stroke dammit, and I have to keep track of all teh appointments, and I have to make ALL the travel arrangements all the time and I worry when the next contract is coming and when the next check is coming and the world comes down around me in a heap - and now and then I respond by a collapso and a crying jag... and then I pick myself up dust myself off and start all over again.
But we should all make a pact that there ought to be at least one day in the year that we're allowed to be five again and the most important decision we have to make that day is what flavour ice cream we want to have for after dinner...
Sympathies, anyway. I've BEEN there. I know how it feels.
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Date: 2008-02-28 05:40 am (UTC)But we should all make a pact that there ought to be at least one day in the year that we're allowed to be five again and the most important decision we have to make that day is what flavour ice cream we want to have for after dinner...
Sympathies, anyway. I've BEEN there. I know how it feels.