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I knew this day would come...
I’ve known for a couple of weeks now...
It’s been like a time bomb ticking away to destruction...
It was not unlike a volcano boiling to eruption...
I saw the signs; I felt the symptoms...
I chose to ignore it...
I knew this day would come; Today is/was the day.
I’ve been courting a breakdown, waltzing on the edge without thought to safety, pushing myself so damn hard to the brink, thinking me a Superwoman. I am good at juggling...I’ve almost never dropped any balls. I am that good...BOOM! I’ve been juggling family, work, friends, colleagues, domestic staff, businesses {in plural}....but for some reason, balls be dropping in recent times and they are actually causing me body harm.
Did I tell y’all that my househelp of the It Starts Again! post ran away 10 days again? Yes, she did! I went out on that Saturday to attend to one of my businesses and i got back to her absence. Nobody knew when she slunk outta the house. She did leave her suitcase-ful of dirty stinking clothes behind...makes me wonder what she stole to make up for that deliberate oversight. Couple of days ago, i found an ID card with her face on it but the name reads Oluwakemi R. Reymond! O_O. She told me her name was Blessing from Ogoja. Oluwakemi does not sound like any Ogoja name i know! *the hammer in my head resumes its pounding duty*
I can’t....I just can’t shout!
It took one itsy bitsy random scorch egg from Mama Cass and the volcano erupted! Food poisoning is a curse from Hades. Today, it swirled through my body and the last kilojoules of energy i’ve got left, it totally sapped. My stomach cells feels decimated, my body feels drained...hollow even. I’ve got no energy left for anything...
...anything except for Chets, who seems to be having his own episode of food poisoning from the porridge they foisted on him in school.
I’m watching Zizi wreck havoc on my DSTV decoder with her little pink Ikea fork and i’ve got no strength to shout her out of the spot.
I loathe unmade beds and untidy spaces. I cannot even exist in such environs. At the moment, I am lying on a bed piled high with rumpled bunched-together bed sheets and duvet, smack in the middle of a room that is begging for a visit from any resident of Broomsville. Did i mention there are clothes strewn in all directions? In my normal reality, i woulda broken out in pulsating boils; i woulda been itching all over. Things are not normal at the moment....i’ve got no strength. I DO NOT CARE!
I can’t shout!
I’m going to stop now and go "suck my thumb" for the rest of the night, hoping and praying that sometime during the night, the universe will align itself and give me back my reality. I hate being sick...who will take care of my babies?
I think i need vacay time...
Sometimes, i wish i wasn’t an adult yet...way too many responsibilities!
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8 comments:
wow....i bet its not easy juggling all of this....but God is your muscle. Get well soon and try not to stress yourself ohhh
Thank you, Yemzay. God bless...xx
aww get well soon dear
so sorry to hear u r unwell,pls get well soon,ur family n friends need u. God's grace!
@YellowSisi @Fifi Thank you babies. God bless...x
My sister ...really sad to hear that, I pray everything gets resolved quick and this househelp matter is not funny at all, what's wrong with the chick? Why would she run away?
For your health matter, I pray the LORD strengthen you through it all, it's so hard to be a mother, career mum and having all this various responsibilities, you are doing a great JOB and I know the LORD will be with you in the midst of any storm, hang in tight, take at least 1 day off work to care for YOU! I pray you feel BETTER!!! HUGS!!!
@Yankeenaijababe {{{{{{{Hugs}}}}}}} and sloopy wet kisses! Thanx babe!
@Hazel
Ur welcome!
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