That being said, today is not my best day. In a nutshell, I got overtired yesterday. I woke up at a bright (dark) and early 4:30am and headed off with my sister in law to go shopping in San Francisco. Like the intelligent ladies that we are, we stayed up way to late the night before watching a marathon of "Ghost Adventures" on my On Demand. It seemed like a good idea at the time. So, by the time the iPhone alarm roused us with heart stoppingly loud jazz beats my eyes felt filled with sand and my stomach as if I guzzled battery acid. Resolutely, we rolled out of bed, threw on our best Sunday shopping outfits, some mascara and headed out like lionesses on the hunt. OK, we just headed off to Starbucks but every good bargain begins with coffee.
A bit over an hour later (due to traffic from a marathon in Union Square) we circled the streets like a pair of sleepy vultures in search of a parking garage. 20 minutes later we were at our destination, we cheered as I pulled the ticked from the robotic box of parking garage attendant and cursed the dumb-ass one way streets that made our trip so difficult.
Our day was good. We flittered around poking at sparkly treasures and were continually distracted by randomness. We were about to pass out from hunger before we slowed down long enough to settle for a bite to eat at our favorite Nordstrom's Cafe. Refueled we headed off in search of more treasure...
Our day was good. We flittered around poking at sparkly treasures and were continually distracted by randomness. We were about to pass out from hunger before we slowed down long enough to settle for a bite to eat at our favorite Nordstrom's Cafe. Refueled we headed off in search of more treasure...
We probably overstayed our welcome at the Westfield Mall before we headed back to the car. $25 parking charge later we were on the road again, heading over the Bay Bridge and back to our cozy corner of the East Bay.
I was so looking forward to sitting down and resting my weary feet however I soon realized that I had much more dire needs. Specifically, toilet paper and kitty litter. So, with over-sized luggage size bags under my eyes, I swiped up my car keys again and headed off to Target. Of course the lines were long and the customers were skeevy. Finally, I escaped the store. Now I could finally get some rest- NOT!
A short phone call with my mother revealed that my grandmother who resides in an assited living center had stayed in bed all morning and wasn't doing well. My mother had driven to go check on her and get her up that afternoon so I almost decided to postpone my weekend visit however something nagged in the back of my brain and before I could think about my actions, I was on the freeway and heading over to her place.
It was a good thing I went because poor grandma was still in her pajamas (4:30pm now) and was laying in bed. She hadn't eaten or taken care of herself. She also wasn't sick, just giving up. 2 hrs later, a few peptalks, dinner ordered and delivered to her room and a good face washing she was feeling much better. I, however, was not. My legs were cramping from walking all day, my feet ached and my face burned. I was exhausted.
It was a good thing I went because poor grandma was still in her pajamas (4:30pm now) and was laying in bed. She hadn't eaten or taken care of herself. She also wasn't sick, just giving up. 2 hrs later, a few peptalks, dinner ordered and delivered to her room and a good face washing she was feeling much better. I, however, was not. My legs were cramping from walking all day, my feet ached and my face burned. I was exhausted.
At last I headed home.
My favorite dog was waiting for me at the door, well rested and enthusiastic. I patted him on the head as I stumbled in the direction of the shower. I stripped down, cranked on the hot water, and collapsed in a heap in the bottom of the shower pan where I blacked out. I didnt sit down for dinner untill around 7:30 or 8pm. Its kind of all a blur and tried to catch up on my favorite trash TV episodes. I confess I was flipping between Sister Wives and Tough Love Miami.
Must have fallen asleep on the sofa cause around midnight some music video was blaring from the TV and I was confused. I grabbed the dog and headed off to my real bed.
This morning I woke up grumpy from tossing and turning all night, and in pain everywhere. I have sore muscles in my shins and ass from a run on Friday night and my feet are tender to touch. Even coffee could not cure my case of Monday's today.
The point of all this is that with my impending future move I am feeling emotional, exhausted, and over reactive. I am fragile and hormonal and want to hide in a cave. I'm sure if I did not have the stress of what I am going through now, this would just be a bad day instead of a terrible one. There is good news however, my phone says it is 5:09 right now so I am logging off this computer and leaving work. Mama needs a glass of wine tonight!!!!!!
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