poeming on a monday
in which we go to IKEA on a school holiday
and really? the hour long line at the end
and the half hour line for breakfast
and the bazillion kids running around
just on the cusp of a Lord of the Flies
scene, all of that? was perfectly fine.
because i focused on what mattered
(having fun and good coffee and how the little
plant we bought for my office looks like a sarlacc)
and not on getting out of there quickly.
but i admit, now that we're home, i need a nap;
the lights and the noise and the people
were overwhelming and i couldn't believe
that you had no problem there at all.