Pancakes

Who knew making pancakes could be so hard. There's a mix, the pan, the stove... yet something always goes wrong, and that's where I fail, fall apart, crack...

ME... the formerly known heroine of conflict, risk seeker, stress taker... hell, I worked 10 years with runaway and homeless youth, fearlessly broke-up fights, joyfully facilitated resolutions, traveled, trained, pushed, pulled, bring it on, 24/7! I was 'Program Manager of the Year' back in '99, for the whole State of Florida, really!

Oh... if only they could see me now... reduced to tears, heaving over stuck pancakes, daughter ducking for cover, hubby suggesting cereal, talking me down, just put the pan in the sink, you can do it, please... Puffing noises leave my lips, zut zut zut goes my brain, massive hemorrhage rapidly building, spatula gripped, white knuckles, huh huh huh whew whew whew whewwwww...

I wouldn't last ten seconds in that shelter, couldn't help a single soul, not on these meds... How have I made it 43 weeks? How does anyone do it? This virus better be gone, that's all I got to say...