I woke to the sound of a cat yowling this morning. This is not an unusual way for me to wake up. What was unusual is that my clock said 5:40; I usually wake at 5:10. I guess I forgot to set my alarm.
No biggie. I got out of bed and did my normal stuff — brushed my teeth, fed the cats, emptied the dishwasher, ate cereal and drank coffee so they could settle before my 8am swim.
Next thing I knew, it was 7:45. I like to leave about 10 minutes earlier than that. I rushed around collecting my stuff. I had my jacket over my arm, bags hanging off of me, keys and water bottle and phone in my hands. I had a lot of work to do when I got back from my swim, plus places to drive the kids in the evening, and phone calls to make during the day. There was no way I was going to skip my swim (though I did consider it), so despite my black socks, I passed over the Vans I was going to wear, and I pulled our daughter’s Birkenstocks out of the shoe rack with my toes, slipped them on, gave thanks that neither she nor my husband were there to see me going out in public in the getup, and dashed out the door.
And that’s pretty much how my entire day went, which is why it’s after 8pm and I’m just now sitting down to write a blog post. I think I’ll drink some tea and try again tomorrow.
Butterfly Mind 