Today is one of those days
Where I just want to make
Much ado about everything.
I want to yell and rage about
The mice building a nest in the toaster
The bats living in the attic
The raccoons chewing on electric cords in the basement.
I want to slam doors and kick garbage cans about
The doors that refuse to stay closed.
The things that refuse to stay on my desk.
The stapler that refuses to staple anything thicker than one sheet of paper.
I want to go full diva and make unreasonable demands.
I want to retreat to my trailer and refuse to leave.
I want to have only red M&M’s in my candy jar.
I want to have only independently imported Dasani in my gold plated refridgerator.
I want to make a big deal out of every little thing.
I want to make everyone quake in fear when I head their way.
I want to make a big ado over everything.
Because it’s just that kind of day.
But then you call me on my phone
And suddenly there are rainbows in the sky
And every rainbow has a pot of gold at the end.
Everything is light and music and wonder and magic.
And life is just perfect and fine.
I’ll call the exterminator on the way home
And have them deal with the mice and the bats and the raccoons
And whatever else is lurking inside my house.
I’ll deal with the things that go awry at work.
Pencils that won’t sharpen correctly.
Copiers that gleefully jam.
The doors that refuse to stay shut.
And the things that refuse to stay on my desk.
I’ll think of you and all of my cares will blow away.
I’ll think of you and I’ll be happy.
I’ll be fine.
I’ll think of you
And I won’t make too much
Of an ado about everything.