Slice of Life: Day 6
Today I sat down to lunch tired and looking forward to sitting and just spacing out. I ate my lunch, the same thing everyday, from my lunch bag, the same one everyday. However, when I got to the bottom something was different. It was heavier than usual, seeing as though I just ate everything, and there was a continuous clinking. I looked into my lunch bag, as if it were a never ending black hole, to find not just the 1 spoon I had used to dish out my yogurt, but 2, 3, 4 spoons!! 4 spoons?! 1 dirty having just used it and 3 others sparkling clean. What state of mind was I in this morning that I couldn’t remember putting a spoon in my lunch bag not once or twice or three times?! I seriously went in to the silverware drawer four times this morning?! What is wrong with me?! I’m an adult responsible for two tiny human beings and I can’t even remember putting a spoon in my bag 4 different times! It’s clearly a miracle I made it to work this morning.
As I drive home tonight, I think, “I hope I remembered to start the dishwasher, so we have spoons for dinner tonight. It’s pretty hard to eat chili with a fork.”
Then Flo Rida’s, Low… “apple bottom jeans boots with the fur….” comes on the radio and I can sing every word from a song that came out 10 years ago, but I can’t remember if I already got a spoon!