Today:Fulminations- Mea Culpa

5 Jan

I knew it wouldn’t take long before the jubilant fizz of my New Year’s Eve champagne would fizzle out into the stale flat beer of reality. Wow! That was pretty profound! The promise of a productive new year had my mind dancing with all the new stories I was going to write, paintings I was going to be cranking out, and all the procrastinated projects I was going to complete.

New Year’s Day, I packed up the Christmas decorations, cleaned the open kitchen shelf that housed about forty dusty glasses, and cleaned and dusted all the bottles on the bar. By 6pm, I was exhausted, so I fixed myself a tall rum and Coke from afore mentioned sparkling clean bar. When in Rome…! All that dusting made me thirsty.

Once I was snuggled on the couch with my iPad on my lap and my tall libation nearby, I started clicking away on my new blog. How bright and shiny life was looking! Day 1: Let’s write happy, funny blogs about faithful friends and playful puppies. Day 4: Man… they’re driving me crazy!

Day 4: I started off my day at 6am with a barking puppy wanting to go out, eat and play. Who wants to play at 6am? Not me. The morning continued with checking e-mails, cleaning the kitchen, sipping tea, and more puppy play. Then my dear husband woke up, turned on the tv to his financial channel, read the Wall Street Journal and sipped his coffee. Later, he decided to prepare an omelette while I was busy making a huge pot of soup for my senior art group, where I volunteer every Friday. I ran to the store to get a birthday cake for Miss Nelma at Towne Creek, and pick up a pizza for our dinner, while the soup was simmering. When I got home, I only had about an hour to finish the chopping, boiling the pasta, and gather the art supplies to take.

I’ve been volunteering every Friday for about six years now, same “bat time, same bat channel.” So, about ten minutes before I had to leave, my husband asks, “Do you have a minute?” I’m thinking, hmm…must be something important. He know I have to leave in a minute. He sees me scrambling around, stirring, packing up, etc. He plunks down his laptop on the kitchen counter and says, “Watch this!” When I twirl around, there on the screen is a video of our two dogs romping through the woods during their last hunting trip. Then, just when I thought he was done, there is yet another video, and another.

I know what you’re thinking, and you’re right. I should have just said, “I have to go already. I don’t have time to watch dogs running in the woods when I should be gone.” But, nooooooo! My fault. I don’t like to be rude. As I rushed out the door, with the dogs trying to sneak out behind me, and a huge mess of pots and pans all over the counter and in the sink, he was already back in his office, watching more of his fascinating dog videos.

When I was driving home four hours later, I thought… how wonderful it would be, if when I got home, my dearest husband would have washed all the dishes, pots and pans and cleaned the kitchen. He had nowhere to go, nothing to do. Ha, ha, ha! When I walked in, every single item was still in its original spot, with a few added messes. I dragged in my stuff, turned on the oven, put the pizza in, and proceeded to work on a sink load of dirty dishes. Even the mess he made at breakfast was at the bottom of the pile.

Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea culpa! If you didn’t attend nine years of Catholic school, or are not familiar with the ancient Latin language, it means…MY FAULT! If you try and be nice all the time and do it all, guess what? You end up doing it all. That’s the fulmination (ranting and raving.) Now that I got that off my chest, the good news is, my pizza tasted especially delicious with the very tall rum and Coke I prepared from my sparkly clean bar.



One Response to “Today:Fulminations- Mea Culpa”

  1. murfun2 January 5, 2013 at 1:55 pm #

    Loved reading this Toni. I could see every detail in my head as I read. You are a great writer and I am so glad you have started this blog.

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