The following is a synopsis of my nutty day today because I like musing and venting about such things. Thankfully, it had a happy ending . . .
I started off OFF this morning. I went to bed a little grouchy over a facebook argument, and I woke up from dreams of cheating — dreams that I had another boyfriend and dreams that I had cheated on my vegetarian diet, eating meatballs and meat sauce in my pasta. What was that all about, subconscious self?
Brian woke at 7, my alarm went off around 8, and I hit the snooze button continuously until 8:45. I just DID NOT want to get out of bed. I don’t know about you, but anything around 9AM is sleeping in for me these days, and I could possibly sleep even later.
Of course, at that point, I knew I only had an hour to get ready – an hour to shower; comb and dry my now longer hair; get my self together; gather my things for writing workshop, lunch, and tutoring; get Bowser’s crate prepared for him; and take Bowser out. I knew I was pushing it. As it neared 9:45, I made it to the living room to gather my things, and I noticed my purse was on the floor with a few things lying around it. I threw everything back in and decided to peek at my phone.
My mom had called multiple times, and so I checked in with her. My sister had forgotten lunch, and she wondered if I could get lunch to her, since I was headed to see her class anyway. Flustered and agitated, I said I would and that I then had to get off the phone and get my butt in gear. I threw everything in Bowser’s crate and took him outside to make sure he took care of his business, and rushed him back into the house. That’s when I noticed that there were quite a few other items of my purse still on the floor, hiding behind the coffee table, some with small chew marks.
At this point I was doing my guttural screams of frustration (still toned down, so as not to terrify my neighbors). I knew saying anything to Bowser would be completely meaningless at this point, and I shouldn’t have left my purse out, anyway. I packed Bowser up, grabbed my stuff, and headed out to start my day. Sometimes all I can take is one block at a time, one moment at a time. I felt like this week was going to be one of those weeks.
Thankfully, the middle of the day was fairly normal. I made it to my sister’s writing workshop with plenty of time. My writing workshop lesson/writing tutoring went well. I got some grading done, which has been quite a motivational struggle for me this weekend, and I waited for my afternoon tutoring appointment.
Then, I decided to check my work e-mail. I was thrown off by an unusual e-mail that I later realized was likely misdirected. I looked at the clock, realized I was again cutting things close, and raced out the door. Dang it! Here I go again, making things crazy! I thought.
Of course, the lights weren’t with me, and the cars in front of me weren’t in any hurry. Despite this, I made it in time, breathed a sigh of relief, prepped my tutoring things, and settled down to wait for my tutoring student . . . who, as it turns out, happened to be sick that day. Thankfully, the school secretary noticed me and informed me of this, so I packed up again and headed back out the door.
It felt so good to be home. Grading consumed much of my weekend, and tutoring, planning, errands, and classwork took the rest of it. I’ve been overwhelmed and begun to dread these last two weeks before the holidays. But tonight, after cleaning up a few things, taking Bowser out, changing into my comfy clothes, and settling down with a great beer, an inspiring movie (How About You), and the rest of my papers, I unexpectedly found peace. My crazy day was done. I was home. Though I still had work to be done, I had nowhere to go (except for yoga, which would hopefully not be stressful). My harried-ness and crankiness were over, and I knew I would enjoy the rest of my evening. Things were going to turn around for the better.