One Two Punch
I can't even get into my trip right now because then I'll be fucking on here forever.
Instead let's talk about only today, which was what I like to think of as my post-family vacation hangover.
I got up and was like "uh grug" and managed to make it out the door and to work on time all uneventful like. EXCEPT I did not brush my teeth. Why, you ask? Because when I came home last night and unpacked my toothbrush from my messenger bag, and pulled my toothbrush out of its holder, there was an ant right at the head near the bristles. And there was no way I was going to convince myself to use it after that. Who knows what that fucking ant did.
So I threw the toothbrush out and went to work with dirty teeth and it was grotesque.
When I got into work my boss had just bought some pastries and coffee as staff appreciation, so I got a cup of coffee and a danish and tried to start my day.
Around 11 I got out some toys for the kids and I laid on the floor watching them and making the smallest effort to actually interact because I was barely able to stay awake. When Keri came back in I told her I had to get a cup of coffee and left. When I sat down to make it, Nenita pointed to the box of coffee I'd poured mine from earlier (there were three) and told me that it was decaf.
A little later I picked up the toys and put them back into the cabinet. It's a big and tall two door cabinet, and we have to latch it to keep the kids out. I managed to get my fucking pinky finger caught in the doors which hurt like A FUCKING BITCH, and didn't actually get immediately soothed when I ran it under cold water, so I guess now I know how the kids feel when we do that, and once some of the shock of that wore off the damn thing started to bleed so I slapped a bandaid on it and went on with life.
Then during nap time Kelly brought me the reimbursement check I'd submitted for, so that was awesome.
And that afternoon I dropped like, one of the kids chairs or some shit on the top of my foot (those fucking chairs are made of wood).
And then while I was rushing around the office dropping some papers off before closing up the classroom, I banged my thigh into the corner of I'm not even sure what piece of furniture.
After I got off the train I went and bought groceries and a new toothbrush and began to settle into a not quite melancholy mood when, as I was crossing the street, this transient looking person was like "Can I tell you something? You look Cool, Calm, and Collected." I think this is the first time I've actually heard someone say something with the capitals in there and everything. I didn't feel any of those things, but whatever.
Then I unpacked my groceries and went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. And then life felt amazing! I had clean teeth and a new toothbrush and nothing could stop me! And then I stubbed two of my toes on the door jab as I left the bathroom, causing me to call out "fuuuuuuuuck! Fuck fuck fuck!"
The day's almost done, so I'm really hoping I don't fuck myself up anymore.
Instead let's talk about only today, which was what I like to think of as my post-family vacation hangover.
I got up and was like "uh grug" and managed to make it out the door and to work on time all uneventful like. EXCEPT I did not brush my teeth. Why, you ask? Because when I came home last night and unpacked my toothbrush from my messenger bag, and pulled my toothbrush out of its holder, there was an ant right at the head near the bristles. And there was no way I was going to convince myself to use it after that. Who knows what that fucking ant did.
So I threw the toothbrush out and went to work with dirty teeth and it was grotesque.
When I got into work my boss had just bought some pastries and coffee as staff appreciation, so I got a cup of coffee and a danish and tried to start my day.
Around 11 I got out some toys for the kids and I laid on the floor watching them and making the smallest effort to actually interact because I was barely able to stay awake. When Keri came back in I told her I had to get a cup of coffee and left. When I sat down to make it, Nenita pointed to the box of coffee I'd poured mine from earlier (there were three) and told me that it was decaf.
A little later I picked up the toys and put them back into the cabinet. It's a big and tall two door cabinet, and we have to latch it to keep the kids out. I managed to get my fucking pinky finger caught in the doors which hurt like A FUCKING BITCH, and didn't actually get immediately soothed when I ran it under cold water, so I guess now I know how the kids feel when we do that, and once some of the shock of that wore off the damn thing started to bleed so I slapped a bandaid on it and went on with life.
Then during nap time Kelly brought me the reimbursement check I'd submitted for, so that was awesome.
And that afternoon I dropped like, one of the kids chairs or some shit on the top of my foot (those fucking chairs are made of wood).
And then while I was rushing around the office dropping some papers off before closing up the classroom, I banged my thigh into the corner of I'm not even sure what piece of furniture.
After I got off the train I went and bought groceries and a new toothbrush and began to settle into a not quite melancholy mood when, as I was crossing the street, this transient looking person was like "Can I tell you something? You look Cool, Calm, and Collected." I think this is the first time I've actually heard someone say something with the capitals in there and everything. I didn't feel any of those things, but whatever.
Then I unpacked my groceries and went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. And then life felt amazing! I had clean teeth and a new toothbrush and nothing could stop me! And then I stubbed two of my toes on the door jab as I left the bathroom, causing me to call out "fuuuuuuuuck! Fuck fuck fuck!"
The day's almost done, so I'm really hoping I don't fuck myself up anymore.