Some days, you wake up and just wish you hadn’t. You pull the doona tighter around you, curl your knees to your chest, and pull your pillow over your head to drown out any noise.
You screw your eyes tight and will the world to just … vanish …
Some days, you wake up, full of energy, vibrant, and ready to take it all on.
Nothing can stop you, and your smile simply beams … like laser beams zapping any negativity. It cannot touch you on those days.
Some days, however, are just weird.
You wake up feeling the vibrant and energetic, yet the world appears to be treating you like you’re feeling on the those days you simply don’t wanna get up.
For me, it started with a smile, a coffee, and smashing my ankle on the corner of the open door of the dishwasher.
This is not a pain I am unfamiliar with. Indeed, it is quite common for me to be banging some part of my body on some inanimate object, catching my sleeve on door handles, and bruising my outer thigh’s on the sticky out thing at the bottom of the stairs.
This one, however, really needed to be taken as a sign.
Perhaps it was merely the location; that it had hit exactly the right spot for maximum pain. It was unrelenting.
In typical fashion, the pain was represented by a miniscule piece of skin poking out.
I hate that. If I have a pain, I want it to look painful. Damnit!
Despite this, I chauffeured the kids to school .. ultimately. I did do that thing where you’re just driving along and suddenly think “hang on, where am I going to??”
Upon returning home, a number of emails and phone calls were had; causing a moment of being in limbo, awaiting answers, and all those things I don’t like. I admit, I suffer greatly from Impatience (although, really, others also suffer greatly from my Impatience, too :D) and I don’t like being left with “I’ll get back to you …”
This one was a biggy, potentially life changing (although not terminally so), and, damnit, have people not read my List to see how the day is supposed to pan out?
No. Obviously not.
I could tell because during one of the phone calls, an important, brain requiring one, that I was on had me uttering the words “shit fuckery!”
Now this is not something I generally utter on important phone calls.
It is, however, more likely if something goes wrong.
Something like, oh, my entire glass of deliciously iced coffee, perfect for this stinking hot day, fainting and upending it’s contents all over the scattered notes, notepads and pens on my desk.
Not content with a mild fainting episode, and spewing a vast majority of its contents over my desktop, causing a considerably amount to drip into my keyboard, it also projective vomited a sizeable portion onto the carpet and onto my jeans.
So talented was this act, I even got iced coffee seeping into my knickers.
If you haven’t had that experience before, I suggest you try it.
Thankfully, the recipient of my “shit fuckery” was extremely understanding and told me to get off the phone and sort it. Which took about half an hour.
It appears I am in the possession of either Magical Coffee or Magical Glasses.
Whilst they appear to hold a bit, when I am drinking them, there is ever enough, as though it is an optical illusion. However, when it is tipped over my desk, it appears to multiply by several litres.
I set things out to dry, scattered carpet cleaner where needed, wiped stuff down, rinsed stuff off, showered, changed, and decided to give up on that List Item and tend to another.
Which would have been fabulous, had my secondary electronic device not hidden, or possibly eaten, the documents essential for that task.
Some Days you just need to say Fuck. This. Shit. and walk out the door with your hat and a good book.
I had originally thought to wander out a little further and sit beside the local river. Given, recently, a little further upstream (or downstream, I don’t know and don’t care) a series of human body parts had been found floating up the river, or bagged and stuffed in bushes of late, I didn’t like my chances of not stumbling across a severed head or something.
I didn’t risk it. I simply wandered across the road.
Upon my return, I managed to eat and not cry. Remarkably, I was still feeling rather okay, albeit a little brain muddled.
I checked my diary for the afternoon’s activities, and readied myself to do reading with children who could use some additional help. It is my way of giving back to society, and something I thoroughly enjoy.
I figured I’d organise myself an iced coffee before I head off.
That was the plan.
And rather than going and doing some good in the world, I was mopping the kitchen floor.
With my tears …