Sunday, September 22, 2013

SON-OF-A-NUTCRACKER!

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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