I do not like the Monday following Springing Forward.
There is not Springing in my step.
My body is confused.
It is dark again when I leave for work which makes me want to crawl back into bed, even if I wasn't tired.
Yesterday afternoon I was tired from having Sprung Forward so I took a nap, then drank some coffee to wake up from said nap, and then couldn't get to sleep until late because my body was jacked up. I always say "the best way to start my day is to get good sleep the night before".
Not really, but thats just truth right there.
Following a rough night of not sleep, this morning I hopped out of bed, late, because I hit snooze, woke up the kiddo who also resisted the early morning alarm clock and went downstairs.
I was welcomed by the joyous scent of coffee. Matt programed the coffee pot. Yay Matt!!
I pull out my favorite travel mug and pour the deliciousness in it only to hear a crazy popping sound. Yikes! The mug was cracking in my hand. Thankfully, the sleepiness in me didn't prevent my ninja fast response and I was able to pour the coffee from the exploding mug into a new, far inferior, drinking chalice.
I spent about a minute mourning the loss of the only travel coffee mug I use. I hate plastic mugs. I have issues, I know. I want to drink my coffee out of a ceramic mug. No plastic lids, just a nice ceramic mug that fits in the cup holder and doesn't spill. Usually.
Following the tragic loss I skipped out to the car to take Eli to school. He can ride a bus but sometimes I'm nice and if it is raining, which has been for the past 1000 days, or if he has a bunch of stuff to haul with him, like all his baseball gear, I will drive him to school. Today, despite the fact that I was frazzled by my mysterious mug destruction, I loaded him up and headed off to school.
On the way home I noticed something odd on my windshield.
A CRACK?! Are you kidding me?
Was there and earthquake last night that only damaged my coffee mug and my car windshield?
When I got home I sat in the car, gazing out upon my once perfectly clear windshield and watched the rain fall on the crack that so conveniently is traveling straight up the center of the windshield for about 4 inches before turning toward the driver's side.
Curses.
I came back in the house.
Defeated by the morning cracks.
I started to ask myself "what else can crack today?" then I thought better of throwing that out there.
There is not Springing in my step.
My body is confused.
It is dark again when I leave for work which makes me want to crawl back into bed, even if I wasn't tired.
Yesterday afternoon I was tired from having Sprung Forward so I took a nap, then drank some coffee to wake up from said nap, and then couldn't get to sleep until late because my body was jacked up. I always say "the best way to start my day is to get good sleep the night before".
Not really, but thats just truth right there.
Following a rough night of not sleep, this morning I hopped out of bed, late, because I hit snooze, woke up the kiddo who also resisted the early morning alarm clock and went downstairs.
I was welcomed by the joyous scent of coffee. Matt programed the coffee pot. Yay Matt!!
I pull out my favorite travel mug and pour the deliciousness in it only to hear a crazy popping sound. Yikes! The mug was cracking in my hand. Thankfully, the sleepiness in me didn't prevent my ninja fast response and I was able to pour the coffee from the exploding mug into a new, far inferior, drinking chalice.
I spent about a minute mourning the loss of the only travel coffee mug I use. I hate plastic mugs. I have issues, I know. I want to drink my coffee out of a ceramic mug. No plastic lids, just a nice ceramic mug that fits in the cup holder and doesn't spill. Usually.
Following the tragic loss I skipped out to the car to take Eli to school. He can ride a bus but sometimes I'm nice and if it is raining, which has been for the past 1000 days, or if he has a bunch of stuff to haul with him, like all his baseball gear, I will drive him to school. Today, despite the fact that I was frazzled by my mysterious mug destruction, I loaded him up and headed off to school.
On the way home I noticed something odd on my windshield.
A CRACK?! Are you kidding me?
Was there and earthquake last night that only damaged my coffee mug and my car windshield?
When I got home I sat in the car, gazing out upon my once perfectly clear windshield and watched the rain fall on the crack that so conveniently is traveling straight up the center of the windshield for about 4 inches before turning toward the driver's side.
Curses.
I came back in the house.
Defeated by the morning cracks.
I started to ask myself "what else can crack today?" then I thought better of throwing that out there.
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