No more contractural obligations

I sit here.  Dr. Pepper in hand.  This is the second day I have sat with a Dr. Pepper by my keyboard.  I have nearly eliminated my soda craving over the past 5 years.  Instead it has been replaced with coffee.  That is a healthier choice so it is all good.  I really am not as caffeine addicted as could be perceived.  One and a half cups in the morning and a “hit” in the afternoon.  Today’s “hit” is the sod a.  Although it is not fully honest if I don’t admit that it may still be followed by coffee.

Some may feel caffeine is a vice.  Perhaps it is.  Though I find that I need something to keep me centered. It appears that my “self” only had a contract with my “mind” for 3 decades.  How often do I go to another room only to find myself standing there with no idea why I came?  It is frightening when that happens. 

Usually the reason comes.  Though sometimes it does not.  I walk out defeated.

Unexplained room arrivals are not my only issue. Last week I saw Sha Sha sitting on the couch.  She was freshly washed.  I personally washed her hair.  As I ran my hand through her damp hair, I took notice to the “slime”. 

I never rinsed the conditioner.

Poor Sha Sha.

The same evening I found I left a container of ice cream sitting.  I had forgotten.  So, I returned it to it’s rightful place. 

Or so I thought. 

An hour later I found it in the fridge.

I would question if my house has some type of aura that emits forgetfulness.  Unwittingly, I know that is not true. 

Not because I know houses don’t emit “aura’s” but because my “issues” exist outside these 4 walls.

Last week I arrived to my friend’s new hair salon.  I excitedly entered the building.  As, I sat flipping through hair ideas I felt that something was not “right”. 

I hesitantly walked outside.  I looked up at the sign. 

Nope.  I was not at the right salon.

Yes, it does concern me that God entrusted me with 4 kids, a husband and a dog. 

To be honest, I am purely humbled that he has trusted me with me.