After two days of hitting it hard, as a result of very poor planning on my part, I have a blessed couple of hours to regroup, refreshen before I tackle my next meeting. And I take off my boss hat, do a check that our son's substitute family for the day is still ok with that, and I am allowed to breathe. And I breathe.
And it starts. The beeps. First one, the washer, having been abandoned this morning is reminding me that it is waiting to be dry. Beep. I sigh, perhaps in a minute. Then the dryer joins in. beep... me too.. Just 1 mintute guys...beep, my cell phone reminding me I forgot it on the counter this morning and now have messages waiting.
I breathe, this I can't ignore but I've had my minute and I go to do my duty... return my calls...beep. the microwave chimes in... forgotten reheated day old coffee still waiting... beep. Different tones, different timings, electronic clutter. The song of my poor planning
I am alone in my house.
It feels I am being pecked to death by ducks. My grannie used to say this. I now know what she meant.