It's a monday...
Today seems to be one of those days where all I want to do is go shuffle-sliding across the kitchen floor in socks so I don't actually have to walk and then go collapse in a heap somewhere to sleep. I got the kids and Josh up at 5:30 this morning so that I could drop him off at work today and use the car. Which reminds me that I need Josh to call the shop and make sure that we can pick up his bike tomorrow. Ever since having my car totaled, I've been rather wary of driving since there seems to be an inordinate amount of people in Madison, Limestone, and Morgan counties who don't begin to brake until they're almost on your bumper. So driving through morning traffic wasn't what I wanted to do today. The bright point to all this was whoever was in the white F-150 on Glenn Hearn who decided to let me across the street to get in front of him at James Record. It was very nice of you and thank you.
While my mom takes my stepfather to UAB for his pre-op appointment today and surgery tomorrow, I'll be taking care of my sister, her pit-bull, and her five horses. As if I weren't stressed out enough already, I essentially get to juggle two households, going to Sommerville twice a day to take care of a lame horse and make sure her four friends don't go galloping off anywhere, making sure my sister goes to school and gets picked up from karate everyday, and making sure that I can make it to a job interview Thursday. Thankfully, my stepfather had the foresight to leave me the numbers for a vet and a guy down the street from their horses along with the keys to his F-250 in case the rain we're supposed to be getting floods out the road down there.
With the pain in my head and ankle that the weather is bringing and the general feeling of "oh shit" from everything else I need to get done, I sympathize fully with Garfield for not wanting to get out of his bed on mondays.
While my mom takes my stepfather to UAB for his pre-op appointment today and surgery tomorrow, I'll be taking care of my sister, her pit-bull, and her five horses. As if I weren't stressed out enough already, I essentially get to juggle two households, going to Sommerville twice a day to take care of a lame horse and make sure her four friends don't go galloping off anywhere, making sure my sister goes to school and gets picked up from karate everyday, and making sure that I can make it to a job interview Thursday. Thankfully, my stepfather had the foresight to leave me the numbers for a vet and a guy down the street from their horses along with the keys to his F-250 in case the rain we're supposed to be getting floods out the road down there.
With the pain in my head and ankle that the weather is bringing and the general feeling of "oh shit" from everything else I need to get done, I sympathize fully with Garfield for not wanting to get out of his bed on mondays.