My day of days

Today is one of those days that, by 8:00 a.m., you know it's going to be "one of thooooose" kinds of days. It all started for me around 2 a.m. this morning. When my husband is on a business trip, as he is now, I generally don't sleep very well. Let's just say that my imagination tends to get the best of me, and I begin imagining that the tiny noise I just heard is actually someone breaking into my house, wanting to carve up me and my family. You wouldn't be able to sleep either, would you?? I know I lean toward the morbid side, but that's just an idea of how a long, lonely night can affect my reasoning skills.

This morning at 2 a.m. I was blissfully asleep when I was startled awake by one of those noises. I became very still and silent as I listened, and I indeed thought I heard a REAL sound. I had the great debate of staying as still as possible in my cocoon of a bed, or getting up to explore. (Usually this is when I wake up my husband, if he is near, and tell HIM to get up and explore..) I chose the explore option, and found nothing amiss, but I was unable to go back to sleep very well for the rest of the night. Come to find out from Melody later on...she had gotten up during the night and had even seen me wandering around, but she decided to pretend like she was asleep! She so innocently asked, "Mommy, did you think I was a robber??" Uh, YES HONEY!! I THOUGHT WE WERE GOING TO BE KILLED!!! DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN!!! yes, sweetie, and that scared me very much, so please if you get up during the night and you are awake when I come check on you, go ahead and just tell me that you're awake, OKAY????

As I make my way groggily around town dropping off various children at various schools, I eventually end up at work, where I sat in on a Spanish-speaking domestic violence group. My boss would like for all of the group leaders to be able to understand some conversational Spanish, due to the rising numbers of Spanish-speaking clients at our agency. I have to say that even though I had THREE long years of Spanish, it in no way helped me in that class today. I caught maybe 1% of what was said. *sigh* I guess there's work to do. When group was over, I walked up front to the receptionist to say goodbye, and she informed me that my client was there. MY CLIENT??? What client?? Ohhhhhh....the one you forgot to tell me about! Good thing I was already there.

Once I groggily finished up at the office, I went about my business of errand-running. I went to Costco because I had some coupons to use, and because I really prefer to go alone. Somewhere between the lack of sleep and garbled Spanish in my head, I forgot to use my coupons. Go freakin' figure. Luckily, I realized this as I was chowing down on some budget-friendly-but-not-very-good-for-you pizza at Costco. I checked with someone and they actually gave me a refund for my coupons! Costco rocks! Meanwhile, work calls me to say that I have a client to see tonight before my group, I call my dad to arrange babysitting for the kids, the bank calls me to finalize our closing for a refinance loan tomorrow (AND they need a ton of paperwork scanned and e-mailed to them before tomorrow morning!!), and then my husband texts me to say his flight is delayed and he won't be home before bedtime to see the kids. Ugh...back to groggy.

So that is why, at 2 p.m. in the afternoon, I now sit with a gallon of peanut butter and chocolate ice cream before me, spoon in hand, and I'm suffocating my grogginess with sugary goodness.


It's just one of those days.