4:50 am and there's my alarm
Wait! alarm??
It's Saturday! WTF?
*laughs* Come on, admit it,
you've done it too from time to time!
It's been one of those kinds of weeks.
And I knew it would be, based on the way it started off.....
Monday morning was a very chilly 38 degrees. After I get dressed and ready for work, I usually walk the dog around the block. We'd reached the first corner she wanted to turn back. Ok by me! Back into the house, I'm tossing a few things into my lunch bag - bread, tomato, protein bar - I gather up my purse, hook my badge on my collar, my work keys on my belt loop, zip my lunch bag shut, and turn to say goodbye to Sadie (who usually is scrambling at my feet in case I happen to drop something she can eat!) and she's not there. So I set my car keys and lunch bag on the counter and wander around the house. Mind you, its 5:25am and I don't want to wake anyone up, so I don't just holler for her. I turn down the hallway and see she's already positioned herself in front of Brian's door. (When I leave for work, I open his door a crack so she can crawl into bed with him and warm up!) I guess after that especially cold walk, she was ready to hop in and get warm again! I laughed, opened his door, and went back to grab my lunch bag and head off to work. I slipped out the door, locking it behind me, and walk to my car. And stop. And pat my pockets. Then pat them again. SHIT! I left my keys on the counter. Hm. Now what? So, I did the only thing I could think of: I rang the doorbell. And rang it again. Then waited. Nothing. Press the button three more times. I hear the door unlock and Brian peeks through the crack, saying "WTF?" I could only bust out laughing as I told him I left my keys on the counter. I waltzed back in, grabbed the keys and headed off to work.
Later that day, I sat down to lunch - still chuckling over my blonde moment and sharing the story with Helen. As I'm talking, I'm getting things out of my lunch bag: bread, tomato, knife to slice said tomato. I looked back in the back and went uh, DUH! I forgot lunch meat. So... there I sat, eating my sliced tomato sandwich........
As you can see, it was the start of a helluva week!
Why is it that when something goes wrong right off the bat, it seems to set the tone for the entire week? It didn't cause any harm, nothing bad happened that first Monday morning, but it felt as if the whole week was going to have these little mishaps in them. I worked hard to keep that from happening. I stopped at the bank on the way home from work to get some cash, and didn't take out enough -- I forgot I had to purchase Brian's bus ticket. See? Its those little irritating things we forget that just make for a harder week. Of course, I had to go back to the bank another day...... lol
The little details of the rest of the week ended up working out in the long run. We picked up the bus ticket and he's off to see his sister today.
Here's hoping for no little mishaps along the way :)
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