Mama said there’d be days like these… My youngest daughter woke me up to tell me, Sometimes I want to roll around in my bed, but I’d fall off the edge, so I don’t. Then she turned around and went back to bed herself. My husband overslept, and then got to work to find that the email he’d edited judiciously last night had been misinterpreted by his manager, for which I felt guilty since I’d read it, in the tone I knew he was striving for, and had given it a thumbs up. I cut myself shaving, which is probably my own fault for having waited so long to do so, and I had to have a firm conversation with the cat because he was more than peeved that I didn’t want to attend to his every need until I had contacts in and my teeth brushed. And getting dressed today, I had to consider, what’s most appropriate for that meeting where you’re going to be told everything you just spent long weeks working on isn’t quite what the customer wanted? I mean, obviously I went with jeans. It’s Friday, after all.
And now that I’ve gotten all that out, full stop. I’m going to put on my workout playlist (this is just a funny insider name for the songs that make me feel upbeat… but one day… one day, I WILL WORK OUT TO THEM.) I’m going to fill my kitchen with my anthem music while I make lunches and unload the dishwasher, and I’m going to get us out of the house on time. I’m going to send my husband a thinking about you text, and I’m going to use today’s meeting as a way to get better at my job, and as a lesson in letting the tide ebb and flow.
And I’m going to have a cup of tea. Liquid stevia is somehow on the “green” list of consumables this month, and it’s like liquid gold in that Earl Grey.
Happy Friday, everyone!