Woke up this morning
and both sides
of the bed
felt wrong.
Only
took an istant
to convince me…
the day
was already
too long.
First,
I was out of coffee
then,
it was cigarettes too
Why hadn’t
I done the laundry
and
where in the hell
had I put
that shoe?
I hustled the kids
out the door
and scrambled
towards the car,
Oh man,
I left
the keys inside…
We weren’t going
very far.
I broke in
through the window
and somehow
tore my pants,
warned my children
NOT to giggle
under
ANY circumstance.
We had piled
into the car
after nearly
breaking my neck
for the keys,
that darn needle
never bothered
to budge…
it was sitting
right on ‘E.’
By then,
I was way
beyond angry
and definitely
seeing red,
I swear
I grabbed that
steering wheel…
with every
intention
of
banging my head.
Then
defiance and frustration
started playing
tug of war,
and I was way
past certain…
that I couldn’t
take much more.
“God help me…
if it KILLS me,
I’m going to
make it
through today”
NEVER
in my
wildest dreams,
had I imagined
He would say…
“IS THAT A CHALLENGE”?