Emotions are running high both in my workplace (continuation of the labor relations issue) and at home (student teacher daughter struggling with overwork, existential angst, and the sickening fact of racism and classism in our public education system).
Last night I beat my own personal record and was tucked up in bed, attempting without luck to hide from the world, by 6:30 pm.
Desperate for a few minutes of peace through denial, I remembered a tactic I used to use around the dinner table when we had all the kids at home and conversation became too heated (sibling rivalry), too deep (mathematically, politically, scientifically, etc.), or too jaw-breaking-yawn boring (e.g. protracted discussions about the relative merits of various military aircraft).
One time, years ago, during one of those long, involved conversations around the dinner table, three simple words popped into my head out of nowhere. I held up my hand to halt the conversation and uttered this earth-shattering phrase:
I like bunnies.
The sheer confusion factor immediately brought the family to complete silence. Puzzled, they requested an explanation. I told my dear, darling loved ones that I’d had enough. If the current conversation continued even one more moment, my head was 100% guaranteed to explode.
From then on, “I like bunnies,” became a code phrase that shut things up long enough for me to take a deep breath and enter the fray again.
In this time of killer high emotion in my work and personal life, I’m calling a virtual “I like bunnies.”
And, dear reader, I’m delighted to share it with you…