I feel triply honored to share this post from Jessie. One, because Jessie is a dear friend, two, because Jessie is one of the first readers of this lil blog, and three, because I successfully nudged her into writing about this. I was complaining about my ducks not being a row, on a rough day, and this lesson blossomed from her brain and blessed my day. I hope it blesses yours, too.
“I’m trying to get my ducks in a row.” you say.
But the ducks don’t line up.
The thing is, ducks, real ducks, do line up. They travel in lines, organizing themselves into cute, neat little rows as they travel from one place to the next. They may be noisy, they may leave literal trails of shit behind them, but by god, they do rows.
Problem ducks line up too. Issues resolving themselves one after another until you’ve gone from one day to the next. Those problems may resolve in a whirlwind of noisy shit, but rows they make.
Problem ducks that don’t line up, problem ducks that will just *not* get into rows, I don’t think they are ducks.
I think they are problem chickens.
Chickens, real chickens, don’t line up. Chickens are modern dinosaurs that leave a trail of breakfast and chaos in their wake.
Chickens never, ever, make rows.
Unless they are sleeping.
A sleepy chicken requires only the smallest of incentives, for example a nice perch, to get in a row with it’s neighbor chicken.
So perhaps, if you can’t get your ducks in a row, you are dealing with chickens.
And the only way to get chickens in a row, is to get some sleep.
“I’m trying to get my ducks in a row,” you say, “but they just won’t line up.”
I say, take a nap, just in case they are chickens.
I had considered cleaning up my language here but Ivy recently pointed out to me that I only swear when I am:
A: Really tired
B: Really angry
or C: Explaining something.
I thought this was ridiculous until it was repeatedly proven true and, as I’m explaining something here, I will let it stand.
rarasaur 
What a fun lesson. And really wet should all be getting more sleep then we do.
I’ll be in the lookout for chickens.
I had to go back and reread the post looking for the bad language. Found it but had to really concentrate. Partially because tired. Partially because it fit where it was. And partially because the language in the kingdom has gotten progressively worse over the last two years and I don’t really think about good or bad language anymore.
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Words are just that. I’ve never understood the concept of profanity. Every swear word has a synonym that is acceptable to utter in “polite” company, so it just doesn’t make sense.
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We’re a weird society and getting weirder.
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Weird is definitely one word for it.
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Quite funny to read on a Sunday morning😄 Thankyou🙏 I agree life just gets muddled when I don’t get my 8-10 hours sleep! In this respect I’ve never been a night owl or morning chick… and if I experience this I definitely need my afternoon nap. Sleep is where I know I work hard in other realms and rebalance and heal myself! Now you know rara what to do next time… much love and sleepy night for you❤️
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I decided it was time for me to get my ducks in a row after reading this. What I discovered is that I don’t have any ducks…
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OMG! Love iiit, with all the ducks and chickens! :3 ❤
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I love this 💜
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I love this! 🙂
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*applause* Awesome! ❤
If the ducks won't line up, let the chickens come home to roost. 😉
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