Triple Joy

I am a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy. ~J.D. Salinger

After yesterday’s double dose of happiness, I was on high alert for the catastrophe which always follows.

I started the day with my usual grouchy mood, had a hearty breakfast with my kids and remove the remaining HUGE couch cover to wash. When I was hauling the hefty load out of the window, I had a sudden feeling that something was going to break; it’s either the bamboo pole or my back.

Thank God none of the above happened.

I had to admit that I am a poor assessor of time when the fifteen minutes I allowed for ironing the girls’ dancing costume dragged on to thirty minutes. I was desperately rushing to get in time to send the kids to school that I was steaming as much as the iron itself. After another fifteen minutes, I could finally step into a shower. Thank God that the kids made it to school just on time.

I spent the rest of the afternoon in school. During the one-hour Mentoring Program, the boy was unexpectedly well-behaved and we managed to accomplish more than I had planned. Lady Luck was definitely smiling down on me. Somehow, I had a feeling that the little belated Children’s Day gift I presented to him at the beginning of the lesson played a part as well.

The disaster I had been looking out for the whole morning and afternoon didn’t happen. Instead, I was surprised by another jolt of ecstasy. I could hardly believe my luck. If all that was happening to me was supposed to be a big joke, I’d still happily revel in it. Fairy Godmother, are you really out there?

As if to bring me back to Earth from the seventh heaven, I was greeted by pee-stained kitchen floor when I got home. I didn’t spare the bitch from my backlash. But thanks to her, my kitchen floor got a thorough scrub from me.

Late that night, after the chores, I watched “Tom and Jerry” with the kids, through half-opened eyes and semi-consciousness. The chores and thrill for the day was sapping my energy fast. Just when I thought I could drift into dreamland blithely, Angel announced from the kitchen that Kristel had done her business on the kitchen floor once again.

Gathering the last of my energy, I scrubbed the floor another time and gave the dog a good dressing down.

I was so tired my eyes could not stay opened and my mouth could not stay closed.

However, my mind could not stop replaying the happy moments I had had. At the same time, I couldn’t stop the bugging thought that my misfortune had not befallen me yet.

Tomorrow will be in red alert.