When the toaster stresses you out

Not today toaster. I am ready for you. I place the frozen rye bread into the toaster and push it down. I’m ready for you I mutter under my breath. You are not winning today. I stand there with my plate waiting for it to pop up. I feel like a kid winding up a jack-in-the-box. Waiting and trying to prove that I won’t be startled, and it inevitably pops up and scares the piss out of me each time. Stupid jack-in-the-box I think to myself too. Nope, I will win today. I will not end up with another damn piece of toast on the floor. See, what you need to understand, is that I have a toaster that launches my toast across the room. Ding…done…floor. Every damn time. In the morning, while I am tending to the toast, and the eggs, and milk and whatever else the kids are getting that morning for breakfast, I always forget about the toast until I hear it hit the floor. At that point, my stress meter climbs an inch.

This time it stayed on the counter…..this time

When it hits the floor, I spin around and I do a rough calculation. Did I make it over to the toast before 10 seconds. If yes, did it land on a freshly washed floor, or a floor that most likely has more grime on it than I care to discuss in this blog. If it landed on the washed floor, have the cleaners I used had enough time to not have made its way onto the toast? If yes, I scoop it up and inspect the crap out of it. Before deciding that it really didn’t matter if I calculated the worlds hardest math equation, my anxiety never allows me to save it from the bin anyways. In the bin it goes…and in goes more damn bread to be toasted. Once again, I stand there, muttering, not this time toast.

Toast, Coffee, and plungers.

It might not seem like a big deal, but when you add it into the chaos of a typical morning of rounding up kids, keeping them alive, and then getting your butt and theirs out the door to begin the day, having to re- toast perfectly good floor toast is annoying. It becomes just another notch on the stress meter that you have to keep in check throughout the day. Especially when you’re still picking up your floor toast and you look down and see your empty coffee mug in your hand, but the sound and smell of freshly brewed coffee is making its way out of your keurig machine into your senses. Confused, you whirl around just in time to watch your coffee cascading all over the counter. Yup, add another notch to the stress meter.

Some mornings my stress meter barely registers, and other mornings it has run out of room before 8am. You may be thinking, why don’t you just buy another toaster? Well, I will tell you why. I live with a man who doesn’t like to get rid of things “that work perfectly fine”. The same man will buy a dollar store plunger, that literally goes inside out when you attempt to plunge the toilet. Have you ever tried to fix an inside out toilet plunger that has been in the toilet working on a clog? That is NOT ok! NOPE NOPE NOPE. Stress meter, up another notch.

Get ready, I am about make a metaphor out of my floor toast

Sometimes in life, you just have to deal with things that don’t work. Like my body living with chronic illness. My illness is the toaster and I am the floor toast. Sometimes I pop up in the morning and I am A-OK! Other times, I pop up and I hit the floor, and no matter how hard I try, the floor is where I am destined to be that day. So appreciate the days the toast stays in the damn toaster, and find ways to cope when you hit the floor, ahem I mean the toast hits the floor. Let that stress meter explode if it needs to, because it always dials itself back down when you wake up the next morning. Recognize it. Own it. And try again the next day. If toast flying across the kitchen is all you have to worry about, I would say you are living a pretty fantastic life.

One thought on “When the toaster stresses you out

  1. Brilliant.

    On Fri, Dec 18, 2020 at 4:36 PM Living with Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome & Living your best life after 40 wrote:

    > consolinds posted: ” Not today toaster. I am ready for you. I place the > frozen rye bread into the toaster and push it down. I’m ready for you I > mutter under my breath. You are not winning today. I stand there with my > plate waiting for it to pop up. I feel like a kid wi” >

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