Keep Calm But Be Aware Of Every Square

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This old gal…

Had a ridiculous thought…a panicky thought…a ridiculous…panicky…thought…walked into the bathroom…alarmed bubble of thought…popped up out of nowhere…OMG…we’re down to our last five rolls of toilet paper…

Like we don’t go to a store that sells toilet paper every day…like there isn’t a Dollar General and a Fareway just up the street…like this husband and I…are going to suddenly go on a TP using frenzy…depleting five rolls in a matter of hours…

Has nothing to do with Covid toilet paper PTSD…it’s magical mom me…conditioned to make sure…nothing…including toilet paper…ever runs out…have a constant checklist in the head…milk is low…bread is fine…toothpaste needed…A&D Ointment…30 years old…maybe need to have a new one…just in case…

And so it was…with the TP…had recently emptied the backup…but hadn’t yet…backed up…the backup…but never fear…we survived…no frenzy ensued and the new backup…now nestled safely…on the shelf…eagerly waiting…to be called…to duty…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…