just letters

the one where mama doesn’t feel good

dear silly girl,

i don’t feel so good. i’m not really sure why, but i guess it could be a lot of things.

it could be because i woke up at 5:30 this morning and hit the road by 6 a.m. it could be because i am in fact the only person over 18 in my chemistry class. it could be that since i’m a smarty pants and follow directions, i had to stand in front of said chemistry class and demonstrate how i arrived at my answer to a very simple math problem. it could be that i have to dissect a rat tomorrow in biology.

or it could be that sweet and sour anything makes me feel nauseous. it could be that i took a nap, and naps always make me feel like crap. it could be that you can tell me everything you want, when you want it, and that makes me realize just how big you’re getting. it could be that you have learned to roll your eyes at two years old and you like doing it to me every time i tell you to do something. it could be that i can’t seem to find and imprison the person responsible for teaching you how to do that.

or it could be that i had to watch monster’s, inc. for the four thousandth time today. it could be that someone wanted me to drive 30 minutes to greenville to deliver a stuffed yoda that i’m selling on craigslist for $15. it could be the fact that i own a stuffed yoda at all. {i would like to just make this clear: i only own yoda by marriage. in other words, this is your father’s fault.}

or it could be that i just don’t feel good and there’s no acceptable reason why that is so.

i think i’ll just sleep it off.

that’s my cure for everything. i believe in it like the dad on my big fat greek wedding believes in windex.

so if you’re having a crappy day, or don’t feel so good, or have a run in your pantyhose, or wanna cuss out an insurance company, just take a nap. it somehow works everything out.

love forever,

mama

this may very well be in our home right at this very minute
this may very well be in our home right at this very minute
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