You Can Thank Me Later

My bed is so snuggly. So snuggly that I often worry that if I slept as much as I could, people might confuse me as someone with chronic depression. In fact the opposite would be true. If I could sleep and be in my bed as much as I wanted, I might be the happiest person on earth.


Which is why, when the alarm goes off at 5:30 this morning I am pissed. I’m pissed and I feel like I’ve been hit by a freight train thanks to the 6 (ish) mile run on Saturday. After hitting snooze for AN HOUR, I justified that I could shower, blow dry and dress in 30 minutes leaving my make up for when I got to work. Brilliant.

You might not know this about me, but I have a knack for narrowly catching my bus. My new commute involves about a 4.5 block sprint every morning, generally not in sprint appropriate shoes. And because I catch the last bus out of my neighborhood to downtown, it’s a do or die situation. About mid-sprint (hobble) on this morning’s commute, I realized that I forgot my make up at home. Cuss. Now the world will know just how dark the circles under my eyes are. Cuss, again.

As I barely make my bus, I dive into my morning reading to look down and have it dawn on me that I am wearing the same sweater I wore on Friday! Fashion faux paus for sure! Cuss.

However, I was particularly proud that in my hurry this morning I was able to pack a lunch. Lots of healthy good treats. To thwart my efforts, Top Pot Donuts awaited for me at work. I caved. Cuss. But, how could I not? It wasn’t even 8:30 and that old fashioned donut was shouting my name.

The great thing about starting off the week like this: it only goes up from here!

For all those who didn’t work today, I took the hit for how lousy your Monday was going to be. You can thank me later.