TAXED! (No, not in THAT way.) – PROMPT #28

Some of you are involved in NaNoWriMo, some are involved in the Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, and some insane brave souls are attempting both. Some thrive on the stimulation. Some wonder why they ever committed themselves. Some should be committed. 😉  Regardless, we all have times in our lives when we just don’t know how we’ll ever get it all done, and reclaim our sanity in the process.

Overworked? Overwhelmed? Inundated? Have a tried-and-tested way to deal with the demands? Let’s write about how it feels, coping methods, or perhaps how we avoid it altogether.

Or, maybe life is good, and you can’t relate to feeling snowed under. Feel free to write accordingly.

Marie Elena’s attempt:

Frazzled Momma

She had her litter in the guest closet. I gently and lovingly moved her and her six darlings to a cozy spot in the basement. Then cleaned the guest closet. Thoroughly.

Thud
Thud
Thud

What was this soft and elusive sound? It seemed as soon as I would get up to check it out, it stopped. Then it would start up again. I began thinking I was hearing things.

Heading to the basement to check on the kittens, I discovered what was happening. Momma was in the process of dragging each kitten, one at a time, back upstairs to the closet she had chosen to begin with. Hanging from the scruff of their necks, these poor little ones were banging against each step, all the way up. Momma actually did look frazzled, and a bit miffed with me. I brought the last two kittens up to the closet for her. After all, new moms have enough to deal with.

 

Walt’s worn out:

Life is a whirlwind.

Here in the eye of the storm,

everything seems calm.