Don't make me...

I have been asked a number of times, why my user name on certain sites, is what it is. Missysmayhem. "What does that mean?" They ask. Well tonight was an example.

Sophie has been sick. She is drugged up and I need to keep her indoors. I open the back door and she runs out. I am standing there in my pantyhose, after kicking off my heels from work, and don't want to go out on the wet pavement and run them all up. So, I ask my daughter to go get her for me. She doesn't have shoes on...I say "...it is ok, just go out and get your feet dirty, there is nothing wrong with that." Rach says "No, I need shoes...icky." She puts her new flip flops on, goes running out onto the steps and flies onto her butt. Skimming the edge of the step with her rear and sliding the rest of the way down to the patio. Ouch. She cries, the cat freaks and takes off towards the gate. I try to comfort my crying daughter, helping her up, making sure I am not making a visit to the emergency room, all the while keeping an eye on the cat, that is high as a kite, trying to escape. Luckily she was too looped to jump up the fence. Rachel is on the couch, ice bag soothing her left booty cheek and the cat is now staring at the speck on the wall again. Containing my laughter from the moment just past, I tell my daughter "Well, the skin is a bit scraped and most likely will bruise, but at least it didn't damage that cute freckle on your butt!" She giggles, rolls her eyes and all is well.

It is only momentary mayhem, but it exists nonetheless.

I have had a lot of thought going on in my head today. Mostly about relationships. Of course. Seems to be what seeing him, inspires in me these days. Anyway, I was in my room, trying to curl up with a book while waiting for the pizza delivery. I couldn't concentrate on it though. I kept thinking, imagining someone next to me, curled up behind, arms around me. How nice it would feel again. Knowing that someone cares so much to cradle you inside themselves. I was lost at that point. I closed my eyes and imagined what it might feel like to feel that for somebody. The companionship, the walks and talks and laughter. Sharing life and the moments it brings. I miss it. Don't get me wrong. I am happy with my life. There are just some things I would like to be...different. I guess prince charming, or even just a nice guy, is having trouble crossing the river.