Have you ever
had one of those days when EVERYTHING seems to happen all at once? Of
course you have. We all *bonk* our heads or trip on something from time
to time. Today, however, was one of those days when it might just have
been a better idea to go back to bed and start over tomorrow.
When I got up
this morning, my alarm startled my cat, who was sleeping very close to my head
and in his haste to get away from the infernal racket my alarm was making, he
bolted over my head, scratching my upper lip on his way. Of course my
first thought is OUCH! But my second thought was GROSS!! I know
where your feet have been!
Next to my bed
I have a computer table on wheels that just pulls over my lap when I’m working
on homework at night. On my way to the bathroom to disinfect my face, I
hit my toe on one of the wheels on the base of the desk. Then, while
washing my face with one of my astringents, I got a little too close to my eyes
and, well, that’s not fun either.
So I’m now in a
bad mood. When I’m in a bad mood, I don’t do things gently. I hurry
and things just get worse. You’d think I would learn! Nope.
Of course God engineered every slow, overly cautious driver in town in front of
me on my way to school. One guy even sat through a green light because HE
WAS ON HIS PHONE!! Not even honking at him seemed to phase him.
When they said you ought to pull over to take a call, I’m pretty sure they
didn’t mean AT a light.
I stopped for coffee.
I figured, how could it get worse after that, right? Even Starbucks was
out to get me today. I use a straw in my coffee because it makes it
easier to drink when I’m driving so I don’t burn my face off. I pulled
the tip of the paper off, put the end of the straw in my mouth to pull the rest
of the paper and pulled the straw from between my teeth, forcing me to slam my
top teeth together. I think my brain rattled a little.
At school, when
I was getting out of the truck, I turned to get my book bag and smacked the
bone on my elbow on the door of the truck. Now I’m
thinking some not-so-nice words. I march to class, trying not to show a
pained look on my face. I only have one class today, so I’ll just sit
here, get it over with and go sulk at home. I sat down at the desk and
smacked my knee on the leg of the desk. DANG IT!! Well, I think I
said something a little stronger, actually. I DID get an ‘A’ on the test
he handed back to us, though. NOW my day will get better…?
Yes? No.
After class, which
is downstairs from the parking lot, I tripped on the stairs heading up to the
door. At least I didn’t fall down – I was able to grab the railing but
it’s embarrassing nonetheless! At home, I sat down to print out some
school sport registration stuff for Emmy. I pulled the papers off the
printer and did the little shuffle thing to get them all straight and cut my
finger on the paper. REALLY?!? That’s it! I quit! Did
it stop there? Oh no! I had to go and say, “What ELSE could go
wrong, for heaven’s sake?!?”
I then
remembered an appointment I had downtown. The truck has been sitting in
the driveway for about an hour and a half by now...baking...the sun, shining
down on the driver side...cooking the buckle of the seat belt to
scalding. I think you see where I’m going with this. I sure hope
that doesn’t leave a PERMENANT mark on my arm!
I don’t
remember praying for patience lately…maybe I’ve been talking to God in my
sleep. Why do we get so mad when we hurt ourselves? What are we mad
at? Is it just me? Maybe the inanimate objects in my house ARE out
to get me! Pretty sure the cat is. At any rate, I'm fairly certain
I've hit my injury quota for the week...knock on wood...
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