She’s Lump She’s Lump She’s in My Head

I’m one of those people who tries hard not to dwell on things, but it doesn’t work. For example…here is my rug:

It isn’t perfect. It has a few bumps because the dog likes to run and skid on it, and the cat likes to hide all my her ponytail holders underneath it. But as for a quick glance, you wouldn’t normally notice those little bumps.

But, my rug now looks like this:

I’ve been shoving lots and lots of stuff under there, and I think it is about to hit critical mass. The silliest things set me off. Someone will say something completely harmless and in my head I go into meltdown mode. I can turn “Hi, How are you” into “Heidi, you are a tool, I don’t know why I bother with you, you are so useless.”

And heaven forbid if someone brings up a subject that I am not yet ready to talk about. I am not ready to go there yet. Yes, I have found a small corner of my rug that someone smeared some hope on:

But that is one small piece of a very large rug. A very large part of my rug has really decided that my job when I grow up is to hoard pets.

Anywho. I’m working on the lumps. I’ve resolved the big lump and told myself that there is nothing I can do about it. I have no reason to be angry, as anger changes nothing. I have mourned. I have given instructions to the only other people who I believe can do anything about it, and I have faith that the eight of them will take care of everything. I mean add the ninth in and you’ve got a softball team, right?!?!

So I am turning my focus to one lump a day. Today was big lump. I had a good cry, gave the instructions, and have moved on. Tomorrow I shall tackle another lump.

(In case you don’t listen to odd music like me, here is where the title of this post comes from)

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3 thoughts on “She’s Lump She’s Lump She’s in My Head

  1. you know those kind of big bear hugs that seem to go on just a bit too long? you start thinking, okay already, i cant breathe, let me go!? im sending one of those your way. xo

  2. I just saw this post… how did I miss it? Insightful… all our rugs get lumpy, don’t they? But, when I say a virtual hi to you, I just mean hi… I don’t think anything other than that! If I saw you in real life, I’d never think you were a tool! I’d actually worry you’d think I was one!

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