We’ve reached day two of the alarm system talking to me. I’m not sure where to change the battery so it just keeps telling me it’s okay. Reassuring me. Every 30 seconds.
Or until about 30 minutes before Mike gets home from work when it stops talking and acts like nothing is wrong.
Additionally on the non crazy front, before she left for school this morning my daughter asked me to put her plastic frog into the bathtub she made for it. She wanted her in the tub at 9 AM and removed at 10 AM… Frogs like a long bath. She specified that I didn’t have to put real water in it… it was fine the way it was.
When I realized it was 9:05 I had a sudden surge of guilt that I was running late getting her frog in the “tub”. I ran in, apologized to the plastic frog (which has not yet been named or I would call it by name instead of just saying “the plastic frog” over and over again). I put the plastic frog in the bathtub and now I’m forced to keep a close eye on the time to make sure I don’t leave her in for too long.
Did I mention that this is the 3rd day in a row that I’ve been wearing an apron? It is. I have some nice aprons… but they’re pretty standard. White cotton with embellishment on the chest. If I’m going to continue this apron wearing 50’s housewife thing I’m working on, I’m going to need something cute.
With ruffles. Maybe a bow. Or some pom poms.
Oh and it has to be all black…
Back to work… I know the alarm is okay (because it tells me so) but I think I better go check on all the electronic devices in the house that aren’t talking to me… just to make sure they’re alright.
By the time I’m done with that I’m pretty sure it will be time to take the plastic frog out of the tub.
9 thoughts on “I’m not crazy…”
If electronic devices are talking to you, you’ve got bigger problems than time, sweets!
pretty sure insanity might run in our family
white with embellishments on the front! hey, that’s you!
Wow! It’s like you stepped into the movie Big Fish or something!
Pretty 50’s style aprons are so fun! I have a cute pair of rubber gloves with spotted ruffles I wear to clean the showers with.
Did the frog enjoy his bath?
i think this is fine. sometimes we all get a little lonely, and it can beb handy to have someone to talk to. or be talked at by. whatever. it’s all good. :)
Hmmmm. Maybe you could ask the talking alarm to remind you to get the frog out of the bath??
its a plastic frog…?
are we going to see the aprons?
i know it maybe difficult but try to observe these feelings without letting them overrule your behavior. and if the anxiety, restlessness, anger etc. builds too much do what i do punch yourself ( cutting yourself is only appropriate if you are a 15 yearold with black hair drapped over half your face) or snort some of your prozac. Talking to appliances is perfectly sane, that is if no one hears you and always assure yourself that the voices are coming from a television in the next room ( yes thats right become delusional about your delusions). You could get some therapy and drugs and most likely become somewhat normal or you see just how far the rabbit hole goes.