Sooooo, this was my morning...
Thursday, July 14, 2016
I dreamt - not unusual, I dream every night - I dreamt I was walking down our main street brushing everyone's hair with our new cat brush (we'll get back to that later). Then I was driving with DH, taking movies back to Blockbuster Video... that's a throwback to the past! DH said, "this one's closed, we have to go to the other store," so I reached out to turn the steering wheel to the left.
Except, in real life, I grabbed my 32oz water bottle off the nightstand and threw it against the wall. So now I'm awake awake, and jump out of bed - and if you know me, I DON'T "jump." DH grabs towels from the laundry, and I begin to clean up this massive spill. I had to move the bed and other furniture to get to the water, so decided to do the job right and gave the whole floor a good cleaning.
So, now I'm taking the wet towels out to the kitchen to be washed, and I see our new cat - well, not new new, we've had her several months. Anyway, Blackie has longer hair than our little Tabitha, and we weren't brushing her as we should. I had recently made a commitment to brush her at least twice a day; so as I take the towels out, I see the cat brush and Blackie, and start brushing her.
Blackie loves this new brushing routine, so I don't want to stop; but physically I'm beginning to crash. You gotta understand, I'm nekked from the waist down because I sleep in a tee-shirt, so I can't sit down. I'm bending over, and before long my knees and back and every other part is killing me, but I still can't stop... Blackie is happy, she's purring and flopping from side to side to get the full service.
So I brush her and brush her and brush her, it was soooooo nice! However, as expected, when I try to stand up, I can barely walk. I grab my morning pills and shuffle-limp my way back to bed; after med #1, meds #2 a half hour later, and a bit of a rest, I'll be good to go again for a while. So, I'm standing by my side of the bed, open the bottle of med #1, and DROP them ALL over the floor...
I froze, took a deep breath, closed my eyes and took a deeper breath... I was trying to decide whether to be completely frustrated and angry, because I had just taken the time last night to split those pills for the next two months, instead of doing it every other day like I had been; OR, should I be grateful, because they fell on a floor that had just been beautifully, perfectly, scrubbed clean?
I choose the latter, picked up my pills, and laid down.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I'll start this day over!