As I sat on the toilet seat last night (it was closed, just for your visual reference) and shaved my feet with a cheese grater in the shape of a pink plastic egg, I thought about life.
First off. My mother gave me that foot grinder.
I used to get dolls, clothes, money and other stuff of fantasy.
Now. I get a foot file.
And then I thought about my little ones and how they are decidedly not so little any more.
Clearly on their way passed toddling.
And I reflected on my marriage.
And how I am still as in love now as I was then. Even though and/or because we have been through so much more together. And as a couple, we too are way passed toddling.
And I thought of the little soul who should have been a part of this family circus. And I am wondering if it is a place at our table that will always be empty.
And then I opened up the little cup, and flushed it’s contents – and my musings – away.
Because somethings just should not be reflected on at 10pm.
Especially not while you are using a cheese grater on a body part.
Damned Ped Egg.