Tuesday, May 31, 2011

The Million Dollar Question

Sunday night, while I was laying in bed, wide eyed, pondering the irony of all the motherless children on the planet, and all the childless mothers on the planet, our roof began to leak.

Drip Drip Drip Drip

Into the ice cream bucket right outside my bedroom door.

Drip Drip Drip Drip

We've had the roof fixed three times. But it still leaks.

We've had the skylights removed. But it still leaks.

Drip Drip Drip Drip Drip

I closed the bedroom door, but I could still hear the dripdripdripdripdripdripdripdripdripdrippitydrip.

So I closed my eyes and imagined I had a root beer IV in my arm. I watched it drip, drip, drip into my veins until I turned into a root beer float . . .

. . . and then suddenly the ceilings in my bedroom began to leak too.

Drip Drip Drip Drip Drip . . .

. . . soon every room in the house was leaking and there I was in my PJ's rushing from room to room trying to catch the water in pots and buckets but the leaks just kept getting bigger and bigger and I didn't have enough pots and buckets so I grabbed towels and blankets and quilts and started mopping up the mess but then the ceiling started cracking and I couldn't stop the water from gushing in around me . . .

And then I woke up. And the house was silent. And the dripping had stopped. And I was dry.

I got up, emptied the half-full/half-empty bucket in the hallway, wiped up the mess on the floor, and went back to bed.

Ain't that just like life!?

Which begs the million dollar question: do dreams imitate life, or does life imitate dreams?


Becca said...

Oh, the dripping. It is all kinds of horror, isn't it? Someday I'll tell you about the day our roof fell down, sodden and hideous, right into the family room. *shudder*

Sandi said...

I have a dripping story of my own. Maybe we all do?! Let us know when you figure out the answer to your million dollar question OK?

robin said...

It depends on what your dreams are. My dreams are better than my life right now but that isn't always the case.

Sometimes I have dreams that I'm in a disgusting bathroom that is spraying water all over and the toilets are over flowing and have no seats. The bathroom is soooo bad I don't dare pee. Then I wake up and realize I need to pee. Thank goodness I didn't pee in my dream or I would have peed the bed!!!! :)

DeNae said...

I've been there. And they imitate each other - life and dreams. Especially when you're on Lortab. BTW, I miss you.

Donna said...

CTD...I wrote something after your own heart today...enjoy

Leslie said... there and agree...dream can imitate our life

wendy said...

That is indeed just like life.
Big drips...little drips...all needing a bucket or a mop.

and dreams...........not sure of that one. Kinda like which came first, the chicken or the egg....
do dreams imitate life, or life imitate dreams.