the tile is taking on a crazy kind of shine

Have you ever heard of anyone having a nervous breakdown in their sleep or may I be the first to claim that honour? People, I’m telling you, I woke up on the wrong side of crazy this morning. My brain, it don’t work no more.

I’m not sure if it was 160something nights in a row of awake-asleep-awake-asleep-awake-asleep-awake-asleep-awake-asleep-awake-asleep or the 2am I bumped my finger this afternoon and now it needs a kissy cry or the hideous, hideous smells wafting from the other side of the bed an unidentified source that did me in. All I know is that I feel off balance today. Quite fragile. Teary. And rather skoots, if you will (and I think you will or I will weep at you). Pretty much, I can’t deal anymore. I’z done right in.

When I put the baby down for a nap, I did the only that seemed reasonable to me at the time. I emptied everything out of the back hallway that leads to the garage, laundry room et al and scrubbed it until it shone. Nothing makes a crazy person feel a whole lot more balanced than grout you can feed your kids a snack on. Now when I have 32 loads of laundry lined up in the hallway, I can rest in the knowledge that it is sitting on very sparkly tiles.

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