Okay, you’ve all heard of the phrase “I woke up on the wrong side of the bed” right? Some days in my house it’s more like “I woke up upside down, halfway off the bed, strangling myself in the blanket… and the bed was on fire.”
For me it seems like the first very few minutes of the morning, dictate the rest of the day. Example time : If I wake up and the house is quiet (which those of you who know my child, know that’s pretty rare), I’m able to get a cup of coffee and relax my day has a very calm vibe to it. I end up being more laid back and chill. Example time part duex: If I wake up to my daughter singing at the top of her lungs 2 inches away from my face, get up and immediately stub my toe, ram my shoulder into a door frame as a result and my Kuerig has decided to say fuck you for the first 10 minutes…. it’s not going to be a good day. Rephrase: Okay, it might not be a “bad” day, but I’m going to be highstrung and constantly wanting to retreat into my bedroom sans kid, phone, any living life-form with my coffee.
This morning has been one of those mornings. So instead of screaming at the top of my lungs, I have decided to take my cup of coffee, sit on my bed and write… and watch my daughter who managed to cover herself in blue marker, parade around naked for a while. Oh look she’s singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. I’m going to put her in a pageant. Obviously you can see that wouldn’t work out too well, well “too well” for the other pageant girls and pageant moms anyways. We’d have too much fun.
I’m pretty sure that god himself decided that Sundays were a day of rest for everyone… everyone except single moms.
Sunday it is. Sunday is the day that I have to take care of the crap I put off yesterday. I need to run to the grocery store, dollar store and finish my laundry. I need to actually get the motivation up to put away the 10,000 articles of children’s clothing and not set my daughter’s dresser on fire. (Seriously, if I never have any more children, that reason is in the top 10, I hate folding children’s clothes. With a passion. Almost as much as I hate leaving the house when it’s 18* outside.
Ugh. Ah well. Shit needs to get done, and at least I’m not one of the two squirrels fighting outside of my window… sounds like one is getting his furry little ass handed to him.
So at the same time though, even though this morning is chaotic, I’m pretty sure almost every morning I have is chaotic. Since, I don’t know, forever. I’m just glad for a morning where I don’t have to get ready for work and *can* lounge around and write. Can’t complain too loudly I guess.