There’s a monster in my house. A multi-hued, many-armed monster. It lives in the closet. Sometimes it escapes and takes over my couch. I’m not sure, but I think this monster lives in most homes. It’s not the only monster in my life, but it is the most persistent and pervasive.
Once I did tame the monster. Once. It was a Wednesday in January this year. I marked it on the calendar. Not really. But I would have if I had one handy at the time. However, I did shout out loudly, “I have tamed the laundry monster!” My friend, Pam, laughed at me. I think she thought I was weird. She was right. The only bits of the monster that remained that day were the ones my family carried on our backs. Those bits spawned and reformed a new monster–though it is nowhere near as potent as the old one.
Once upon a time I had a stinky beagle. She and the monster were good friends, and they often kept each other company. I think it used her to ensure its continued existence as I always had to rewash it to remove the beagle stink and puppy fur. I think if I could have her back, I’d suffer the woes of the monster more easily.
In the end, though, I have determined that the monster in my closet and I will have to learn to peacefully exist with each other. I’m even working on ways to provide it with a nicer home.
Now the shoe monster….that’s another story.