Reflections in the Shower

I really don't have mirrors in my shower, the reflections are the thoughts that sped through my mind as I was taking care of the mundane daily hygiene tasks.

Clifton and I listened to the comedian Jim Gaffigan last night. Some of his topics made me laugh so hard I thought I would wet myself. It made me reflect on the humiliating thing I did in high school my junior year. I entered the Junior Miss Program. I have no performing talents. This program requires some form of performance on the night of the actual contest. In front of parents, friends, boyfriends, and half the high school in attendance. I can't dance, sing, play an instrument, perform magic tricks. So I attempted a comedy monologue. It was about American History. It was downright pathetic. I can't remember anything about what I said, but it was utterly stupid whatever it was. I have no comedic talent either, I discovered then. Why can't I be funny??

I was also reflecting on my children. Why, when Lauren wears even a speck of white in her clothes she manages to get so dirty there that it takes two or three days of pretreating the clothes to get the stains out? Why can Caleb clog up the toilet with paper and have it run all over the bathroom into the hall, down the heater vent, under the vanity and I am the one that has to clean up? Yes, Caleb had to mop a little, but it made a much bigger mess than if I just did it. He used half a roll of paper. I actually CAN laugh about it now. It was pretty awful, though.

I had many reflections this morning. Many of which I thought could have been turned into a comedy routine. But I have yet to cultivate that talent. I only hope that someday when I do write my monologues I can make someone else nearly wet themselves from laughing.