Today turned out to be A VERY BAD DAY! Actually, I can’t believe how it all ended and that it was a perpetual down hill fall.
I went to bed last night at 2:00 a.m. working on the prom dress and doing “things”. You know, “things” like cleaning out the computer cabinet, dusting the furniture, looking for “a” piece of paper that I put in a safe place, making my list of things that I wanted to accomplish by the end of the weekend. Like I said, “things”.
I could have gone to bed, but when I stay up past 11:00 p.m. I seem to get a second wind and an incredible blast of energy. It would be a shame to let it go to waste. Since I am also a nightowl by nature, it is hard for me to actually end the day. Besides, I always think about how much I could accomplish if I just didn’t have to sleep.
When the alarm incessantly beeped at me to get up this morning at 5:00 a.m., I assume that I found the right button and turned it off. There is a fleeting memory of looking at the clock and then laying my head back down while I told myself that “I will get up in just a minute”.
Yeah, right.
It was much more than a mere minute.
That is where the bad day took root.
“Took root” like bermuda grass that crawls under the flower bed edging and ends up growing under all the plants before you even realize that it has taken hold.
Let’s just say that I got up LATE and Tom had to take Alyssa to school. I felt so tired and half conscious most of the morning. I went to work and began typing away on the computer. Numbers, numbers, numbers.
During the course of the day it was like I was the leading actress starring in a bad movie.
I spilled my soda…
Twice.
I ate sweet and sour chicken over rice for lunch…
It upset my stomach.
The “list” I created last night…
Is lost.
The arthritis in my left index finger…
Started to HURT and THROB.
I cooked a delicious dinner (steak fajitas with all the trimmings)…
It made me sick.
The prom dress is beautiful…
But I didn’t get the flowers cut out and
The dress still isn’t finished.
Alyssa decided that she wants a purse to match her dress…
And she wants me to make it.
I didn’t start making the purse either.
I have a headache.
I need a massage.
In a peaceful room.
Dark.
Full of candles.
With running water sounds in the background.
I’m going to succumb to the silence of sleep.
Tomorrow has to be a better day.
Tomorrow has to be a better day.
Tomorrow has to be a better day.
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