Yes, I know it's 2:00 PM.
My husband is flying home today and I should be dressed for his arrival. Why am I still laying around in pajamas and a bathrobe? Because it's my nature.
I have been on the phone with my favorite cousin in Oklahoma for the last three hours. Her name is Kelly and her mother is my late mother's sister. They had bad tornadoes near where Kelly lives last night but that wasn't what we talked about. We talked about our restless natures. She and I are very restless women. There's this weird dichotomy of boredom and anxiety that messes us up. Both of our mother's had the same affliction.
We both are very moody and very flighty as well, sometimes literally. We have gotten on airplanes to meet up numerous times, with no particular plan at all. When we run away from home, we run to each other.
Now I'm feeling stressed because my husband is on his way home and I'm not dressed or made up. (Not that I really need the war paint since I am so naturally cute and all.) I have pulled nothing out of the freezer for dinner because I don't want to. When my husband travels, I get mad about it. I know he has to work, but the anger is just there anyway.
If I ever get reincarnated, I hope I can come back as a cow. I would love to have a cow's nature. I would love to be placid. I would love to move slowly and just wait to be milked. And I could be nice and fat and everyone would think I looked great. (Wait, I am not skinny now. Never mind.)
I feel like a fat female tiger who has been put in a cage and I don't like this feeling. I'm angry, nervous, tired, sloth-like, depressed, anxious, unhappy and fat.
It's my nature.