Bugger!

Do you see this bug? He's just sitting there minding his business. His only thought is probably an intstinctual one of food. Must find some. I on the other hand in one moment can think of a whirl-wind of thoughts that are enough to lay me flat out and give up. Why do I keep doing this to myself? Why must we "multi-task"? I often sign myself up for things, then wonder why I did it? Then of course I end up cursing myself, along with all cleaning products and my dumb old messy house. (Maybe my kids a little, too. Yes, I know their only children, but still, they create black holes of mess all around me, my Man doesn't usually help either.) I do love after I've finished, though. The clean smells, the tidiness around me. It makes the snarling beast within tempered. However, don't you wish just sometimes, that life was full of only one thought . . .one little thought. Ahhhhhhhhh, simplicity. Someday, I hope we will cross paths.