Speak of the Disheveled

I would probably like to use that title for a much better piece of writing than this will be. And no, that wasn't supposed to be the word of the day, but I suppose I can use it anyways.

Disheveled, meaning tousled, throw into disorder, or upheave.

Yesterday, I was making dinner for my mom and all the dishes were on the counter. Word was it that an old friend of mine and his mom were going to stop by my house at some point. Ties weren't so great with him and his family in the past, after our paths split, and there was much hostility offered between both parties. Halloween rolled around though, and my mom spoke with his mom. The canvas was anew and the dried paint had apparently chipped away entirely. While making dinner, they arrived, and I felt so disheveled for being caught in the middle of a chore and unprepared, to the max, for the union that followed.

It was an interesting visit, and I would like to write about it more in-depth. Perhaps during a time where my schooling doesn't keep me so disheveled either.