I'm not a big fan of Mondays. I've always said I was allergic to Mondays. Especially Monday mornings. It's just such a rotten day when you have to work.
Dragged my sorry butt out of bed this morning at 4:45. Stood up and stepped on a hairball. There's nothing worse than stepping on a squishy hair ball. Stepping on a hairball on Monday morning is ten times as bad. I knew right then and there that I should just go back to bed.
Rick went to leave for work. His truck wouldn't start. He had just used it yesterday to bring home window and door trim. But nope, nothing, nada. He came back into the house, cussing a blue streak and said, "I'm taking your car!" OK, fine. I got in the shower and he came roaring into the bathroom. "I took the wrong car keys! Where are the keys to the Tucson?" I told him and he finally got out of the house.
So there I am, taking the first shower in the new shower (we had to seal the grout yesterday and we don't have shower doors yet), and life is good. And then, the tension shower rod fell down. With the shower curtain. On me. In the shower. Dang. I got the water turned off, got the curtain off of me, got dried off and put the tension rod back up. And watched it fall down again. It's broken. Dang again.
Dried my hair, brushed my teeth, all that good stuff. Walked out of the bathroom....and right onto another hair ball in the hallway. Another really squishy hair ball. For the third time, dang. At that point, I just hung my head down and stood there for a minute or so, contemplating how nice the bed would feel. But I cleaned up said hair ball, made my coffee, fed the kids their after-breakfast snack and came into work.
I made it to work anyway. And, so far? I'm alive.
Dragged my sorry butt out of bed this morning at 4:45. Stood up and stepped on a hairball. There's nothing worse than stepping on a squishy hair ball. Stepping on a hairball on Monday morning is ten times as bad. I knew right then and there that I should just go back to bed.
Rick went to leave for work. His truck wouldn't start. He had just used it yesterday to bring home window and door trim. But nope, nothing, nada. He came back into the house, cussing a blue streak and said, "I'm taking your car!" OK, fine. I got in the shower and he came roaring into the bathroom. "I took the wrong car keys! Where are the keys to the Tucson?" I told him and he finally got out of the house.
So there I am, taking the first shower in the new shower (we had to seal the grout yesterday and we don't have shower doors yet), and life is good. And then, the tension shower rod fell down. With the shower curtain. On me. In the shower. Dang. I got the water turned off, got the curtain off of me, got dried off and put the tension rod back up. And watched it fall down again. It's broken. Dang again.
Dried my hair, brushed my teeth, all that good stuff. Walked out of the bathroom....and right onto another hair ball in the hallway. Another really squishy hair ball. For the third time, dang. At that point, I just hung my head down and stood there for a minute or so, contemplating how nice the bed would feel. But I cleaned up said hair ball, made my coffee, fed the kids their after-breakfast snack and came into work.
I made it to work anyway. And, so far? I'm alive.