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Monday, September 19. Just One of Those Days

Ok so.  It's Monday morning and my husband's brass, impertinent, and boisterous alarm clock goes off at 5:00 AM. (Long pause while you take that in...)  Now...here's the thing.  HE DOESN'T HAVE TO WORK TODAY!!! His alarm clock goes off and he makes a big to do about getting his 6'2" self out of bed, still asleep, groaning and talking incoherently in a deep, raspy voice that sounds like he's playing in a 20 inch box fan; like you did when you were little.  And this whole dramatic episode wakes me up and annoys the crap outta me.  I'm laying there looking at him like he's an idiot. Seriously! And I love this man. So I say something like, "Just turn it off! I'm trying to sleep my last hour!" And he says something annoying about he's trying.  Now I have to try to force myself back to sleep.  Gee...thanks Honey.  What a way to start your Monday morning! ( I love you, Sweetheart. :-) )

I roll out of bed and get going when my alarm clock goes off an hour and fifteen minutes later. I really don't want to get out of bed.  I am one of those people who dreads going in to work.  There are two reasons for this.  First, I am not, never have been, and God-willing will never have to be a morning person.  It's just not in my chemical or genetic make-up. I'm just fine with that.  But unfortunately, until I can do what I do ;-) I have to do what they pay me to.  Second, I know I am going to a place where everyone is stressed out, rude, and demanding all day long.  Who wakes up thinking, "Yeah boy! I'm looking forward to that!?"  Still somehow, I manage to get up and get myself on the train, even though I am an empty drone of a person just going through the motions until about 10:00 AM when I start to wake up.  

The train ride was actually OK.  I waited on the platform a little too long for one, making me about 7 minutes late to work.  But nothing unreasonable or abnormal happened on the train. By this I mean, run, push, leap lady wasn't there,  there were no loud talkers, no cell phone convo's, no arguments, no seats either (of course), no pushing or shoving, no body odors, no one taking up two or more seats, no wasted coffee on the floor of the train car that everyone was forced to step in, no brown surprises on the stairs leading to and from the train, and no hurricanes, tornadoes, or nor'easters interrupting service. It was your regular stand up, hold on, get jerked around a little, become redundantly irritated, exit the train, and go to the office to work, type of commute. Fun.

All in all, it was one of those mornings where you dream of waking up, stretching, thanking God you are alive, get ready to get up, change your mind, turn over and text the boss that you're sick, and sleep in.  Eventually you wake up again, order some food, watch something entertaining on your laptop or the TV, think about showering but don't do it till about 3 PM, order some more food, watch something else good, Google something, take a nap, and get up and get ready for bed.  Like I said, you dream.  Rarely do things go according to plan (unless it were a perfect world) so you get up and trudge on.

Lesson:  "Mama said there'll be days like this..." (Thank you to The Shirelles for a great song!)

A Girl Changing The World

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