This has been the hardest week of my entire career as an adult with responsibilities.
As with any other week, it started on Monday. But unlike any other week, I found myself lying on the couch watching back-to-back episodes of CSI. Yes, at 2 o’clock in the afternoon on Monday.
(Anyone who knows me, knows that I very rarely watch TV.)
And while I lay there, indulging in my guilt because I had a ton of work to do, I couldn’t help but wonder if Horatio 1) dies his hair and 2) takes himself seriously.
I mean, here’s a 6-ish year old kid who just witnessed his mom get killed and who understandably is not talking to anyone. And what does Horatio say in his low, monotone voice?
“He’ll talk to me.”
Back to me and my dilemma of sudden laziness.
Clearly I was struggling with something way deeper than a bout of “I-just-don’t-feel-like- working”.
As it turns out I have an infection. And not just ANY infection. A double-whammy throat AND ear infection. No wonder it felt like someone was stabbing me in the jaw with a metal shish kabob stick.
So for the record, I take back every lazy-ass name I’ve been calling myself for the last two days.
Thanks to the bacteria that has decided to go forth and multiply in the right side of my head, I am not only behind in my work. I must also now find the time and energy to channel my former self to deliver a huge apology.
Oh. And in case you missed that episode, the kid did indeed talk to Horatio. He also reached into his school bag and handed Mr. Super Cop / Great With Kids the knife that killed his mother. Horatio had what he needed to solve the case before the first Bounty commercial.
What a guy.
PS. I wonder if Horatio could talk to my kids some time about the puzzling events surrounding the epidemic of single socks in this house.
PPS. Anyone know a good channeler? It seems my former self is not talking to me. (Some people are so sensitive.)