Most mornings I wake up to the relentless chirping of a very angry chipmunk.
Monday was no exception.
As I laid in bed and stared at the ceiling, I speculated that her morning probably didn’t start out quite so angry. The sun was shining, it was the start of a new week and maybe she’d had a blissful weekend with just the right balance of tackling her to do list and spending time with her family celebrating the birthday of Mr. Chipmunk. I’m sure she had her sights set on a fabulous week and she had lots to accomplish. I bet she stretched and yawned and threw her furry little feet to the floor ready to take off running, but it’s possible, that before she could even make it out of the gate, she tripped over the clothes that Mr. Chipmunk had tossed there the night before and completely forgot about in his rush to gather seeds.
She most likely didn’t even bat an eyelash. It’s probably not in her nature to gripe. She was used to getting stuff done so it’s reasonable to assume that she just rolled up her sleeves, sorted the dirty from the clean and put everything in its place without a word of complaint. Since she was putting clothes away anyway, why not deliver the basket of laundry she had washed and folded on the weekend to their rightful owners, just to prove that there were no hard feelings?
Now, baby chipmunk’s room didn’t just have one day’s worth of dirty clothes on the floor but an ENTIRE WEEKEND’s worth. And, as it may be with all those sweaty clothes scattered throughout the room, a peculiar smell, particular to little boy chipmunk’s, that demanded an airing out and a full clean. Still, I imagine that chipmunk only allowed herself a quick sigh before pulling herself up by her bootstraps and getting down to work.
It’s entirely plausible that as she finally moved on to the teenage chipmunk’s room, that every single article of clothing that she owned had been tried on and discarded before leaving the nest, strewn about in a crumpled mess. Clean clothes, dirty clothes and even clothes stolen right out from under Mrs. Chipmunk, covered the carpet until it was barely visible. I would guess that this poor Mama chipmunk didn’t even know where to start and she still had one more chipmunk left to pick up after.
And all of this before she had even made it off the top branch.
She might have had places to go and people to see, but instead, she is drowning under her entire family’s wardrobe with no life guard on duty to save her.
Now National Geographic would have you believe that this chipmunk is scolding a possible intruder or that the incessant chirping is associated with mating calls. But maybe that mating call was entirely too affective and the intruders that ransacked her home are actually her family and now she’s screaming at the top of her lungs at the unfairness of it all.
I get it Mrs. Chipmunk. I really do. I’m sure when you decided to raise your litter you had no idea that that translated into landing the position of lone janitor to a bunch of slobs. But having to listen to 20 minutes of your shrill tirade is enough to make me crazy!
Heck, it’s probably making YOU crazy.
Listen to yourself! This is not who you are.
Besides, chipmunks only commit to 6 to 8 weeks before urging their young to find their own darn burrow to mess up with dirty laundry and remember, chipmunks are solitary hibernators. With October just around the corner all you have to do is hold it together a little longer and you’ll be rewarded with a nice long snooze and the sweet satisfaction of knowing you can turn your back for two seconds and everything
So keep it down will you?
So I can concentrate.
I’ve got my own chirping to do!
If your house is really a mess and a stranger comes to the door, greet him with, “Who could have done this? We have no enemies.” ~Phyllis Diller