If you know me at all, you know how well I do in the middle of a chaotic environment and that is what my life has turned into.  Me, walking around the house hunting socks and shirts and bike shorts and that missing flat that I still can't find because I have a suitcase to fill and my life is still in boxes and bags.  Us, last night searching every taped box with kitchen on it.  Rounding up silverware and pans and spices.  Wrestling a mattress into the loft and piecing together the television and the player and the speakers so that we can watch Bond and escape the disaster that downstairs has become.

I woke this morning determined to conquer it all.  I woke ready to do battle.  And then I walked down the stairs and my head started spinning.  So I left and ran all of the errands I could think of.  I got home and then left again and went for the longest run I could muster.  When I limped back I gave myself a talking to on the porch.  I armed myself with antibacterial spray and a roll of paper towels.  I scrubbed all the bathrooms, the kitchen, the dining room.  I sorted through seven boxes.  I found my passport.  I did the laundry.  And then I hurried on out of there.

I didn't even shower or change my clothes.  Now I'm sitting at the coffee shop (smelly, I'm sure) in my mismatched socks and my dirty hair and I am Amazon shopping and summer planning but really I am just avoiding that monster the house has turned into.  I don't even care what people think of me, if they saw where I just left they would pat me on the back and buy me a cookie.  Instead, I ran into a new acquaintance (awesome!) who, needless to say, did not stick around long for a chat (I'm sure sitting across from me for three minutes was more than enough for his poor nose), and a friend I have not had time for lately.  I think she understood when she saw my state.  I'm getting owned by this house.

I fly home tomorrow, thank goodness.  I'm missing half the things that should be in my suitcase but I don't care.  Who needs to match?  Who needs two shoes?  Not this girl, not right now.  I'll tell you what I do need.  A big huge margarita.  And I really would cry if someone gave me a cookie right now.  Cry and say a blessing over them.