I recently to part in my first-ever writing contest. And although I didn’t win, I thought it was pretty darn fun and my story turned out not half bad. The challenge was to write something that told a story, used every letter of the alphabet, and this one had to START with the letter “G”. Here’s my entry.
“Go shopping”, her bored and restless brain told her.
However, shopping takes moola, and Becky had very little of that at the moment.
Ice cream was another thing that sounded temptingly good as well, but there was none in the house.
“Just a few more days until payday”, she muttered to herself. “then I will be home free.”
Kryptonite brought Superman to his knees in the movies.
Lack of funds was hers.
“Money doesn’t grow on trees”, her dad used to preach when she was a child. “Save your pennies for a rainy day!”
Now in adulthood, she wished she woulda listen to dad more.
Over-due bills, and impending overdrafts were the only thing from preventing her from grabbing the checkbook and going butt-nutty at the local mall.
“Pull yourself together!”, she scolded herself silently.
Quarantining the checkbook and finding something else to do sounded like complete common sense at that moment.
Random money-worry-type thoughts ran through her head and made her start doubting herself even more.
Stress eating was starting to look like the activity of the day.
“Top of the morning to ya!” a cartoon blared from a TV that someone had left on.
Understanding “energy waste” was apparently not in her children’s vocab because the TV was constantly left ON.
Very odd looking characters sang and danced across the TV screen.
“Which wacky show is this?” she distractedly thought to herself.
Xanax was going to be her desert today as well since she was feeling her frustration rising.
Yo Gabba, Gabba, she finally decided since no other kids show could be that bright and odd.
“Zero to sixty!”, shouted one of the bright creatures on the TV as he waddled across the stage.
After a wild and hectic morning, Becky found herself enjoying the simplicity of the morning cartoon.
Before she was a parent, mornings were so…predictable.
Cars started, breakfast was whatever got grabbed on the way out the door, and the house was always clean.
During the “season of parenthood”, that easiness had pretty much disappeared from Becky’s life.
Even though she felt lost in hole, she knew it was just a snapshot in time.
Family was first, and friends, fun, and adventures would all seep back into her life in time.