Why must all Mondays be a clusterfuck? Is there an unwritten law in the universe that I’m unaware of? My Monday started when I woke up late for work. Now this is truly an astonishing feat as my desk is five paces from my bed. Yet here I was sleeping away like Sleeping Beauty until 8:06 am. Whoops! Fortunately, I was able to get up and on the computer without much effort. I just wasn’t mentally present for the first forty five minutes. I was so tired, I felt like a martian.
On top of my late start, my allergy/exercise induced asthma has been wreaking havoc in my lungs today. If you listened to my last phone calls, you would think I had just ran ten miles after smoking 59 cigarettes. I’d love to say that my voice sounded raspy and sexy prompting my custom get to buy , but I think they felt sorry for me. Thank god for prednisone and rescue inhalers. Albeit, I had to go out and get both since the stuff I had on hand was used up or expired. Nevertheless, the meds should help clear up my lungs pretty quickly.
In between the wheezing and phone calls, I completed my annual compliance training. It was a wonderful reminder that I longer work at a place where work place bullying is venerated especially for the upper echelons. Honestly, I miss the workplace bullying about as much as I miss smelling the reheated five day old fish. Anywhere else, HR would have put a stop to both, but hey that’s not my problem anymore. And guess what I guarantee you, there will be no reheating of five day old fish in my new office.
Monday, Monday it wasn’t all I hoped it would be.. Okay I’m totally exaggerating, but it totally sucked getting up earlier than the past two weeks. Moreover, not only did it suck for me, but it really sucked waking up the boys. After all, outside of Sunday morning for the Mayor, they haven’t seen a 6:00 hour wake up call for weeks. It was everything I expected to be and more – i.e. it was brutal for everyone.
I’m not a morning person, which is why my 5:30 am fitness class aspirations are such a big commitment. This morning I hit the snooze at least three times before finally rolling out of my nice, warm bed to wake up the kids. They fought the wake up, but acquiesced only to fall asleep again the couch. Consequently, you can imagine the forlorn looks on their faces when I woke them up again.
Fortunately, both the boys and myself made it to the bus top/work despite the general awfulness that can accompany an early morning especially a Monday morning. Unfortunately, with the return to normalcy and kids in school, we also enjoyed (not so much) a return to normal South Florida winter traffic. I would just like to say F you to the snow bird driving 50 in the left lane. You’re a dick.
Now that I got that out, boy oh boy do I feel better, work was great. The team and I had a productive day and no tears were shed. Put one in the win column for me! I’m not letting Monday (or an annoying snow bird) get in my way! After work I headed to spin class. I promised my podiatrist I’d stay in the saddle. Nevertheless, I think some promises are meant to be broken. I didn’t go into 3rd and I had to lower my resistance in 2nd, but I pushed it to my limit. If I felt any pain at all, I went back into the saddle. I left the studio with wet hair, super sweaty and having burnt 387 calories. Another notch in the win column for me!
After spin, I was able to wrap up yet another productive shopping spree on Amazon. Thanks to Amazon Prime all my goodies, hand warmers included, should arrive before we are northward bound. #Winning. As you can see, my Monday wasn’t too bad. In fact, it was pretty fantastic. Honestly, if that alarm had gone off just a little later, it would have been darn near perfect!
Tonight’s song is in honor of everyone’s least favorite day of the week. As you reminisce about the Monday that was enjoy The Mama & the Papas “Monday, Monday.”
While last night’s blog was dedicated to my favorite riffs, I could have very easily written about my manic Monday. Queue the Bangles song here please. From the very beginning of the day, and I do mean the very beginning, I had a dubious feeling about they day.
My Monday started as the clock struck midnight and Goalielocks woke me up. Sadly, he was unable to fall asleep and was quite listless. His shoulder was bothering him and he had reached that point of sleep frustration where nothing was going to help. Consequently, the poor kid only got a few hours of sleep when the alarms went off for school six hours later.
Since Goalielocks had gotten no sleep, I made the wise decision to let him stay home and sleep. The last thing we need is for him to be overtired all week and get sick. Unfortunately, when he gets sick, he gets really sick. Thankfully, he doesn’t get sick often and I wasn’t about to chance it this week. He walked in a zombie like state to my bathroom and I sent him back to work. For once, he quickly complied with my directive.
Meanwhile, I still had to get ready for work and get the Mayor to the bus stop in time. I failed. Oh it was going to be one of those Mondays. Sadly, the Mayor missed his bus and I had to drive him to southwest Boca for school While his school is much closer to my work, the commute from his school to my work is longer than my normal commute. Ugh!
All day Monday, it was one thing after another. Nothing went right and seemingly everything was going wrong. As I worked, I got an urgent call from Goalielocks at 3:30 pm. Goalielocks was concerned that I had forgotten him this morning. Meanwhile, did you notice how he waited to ask in the late afternoon when it would have been too late for me to take him to school? I did. I chuckled and reminded him that I told him to go back to bed since he literally got no sleep the night before. Keep in mind, I had spoken with him via text several times that day, but he never brought it up until he called me.
When my work day finally ended, I had hoped the commute home would provide a respite. Oh boy was I wrong. I pulled up my Waze and kept looking for routes, but the commute got longer and longer with each refresh. Noticing the extremely long commute, I called my hubby to let him know. Unfortunately, he hadn’t left the job yet, so there was no way the Mayor was gonna make it to hockey practice last night.
Meanwhile, my drive took an hour and forty minutes. It usually takes between 30-35 minutes for me to get home. Oh what a little rain and snowbirds can do to one’s commute. Honestly, driving in S. Florida is one of the most aggravating experiences one can have. As I was literally parked on the turnpike, I noticed several drivers that felt the shoulder had become their new lane. The fact that S. Florida drivers are that selfish, self-important and reckless is beyond aggravating. If someone had been changing their tire or working on their car, they would have been killed. I cant even with these people. You see that? They totally bring out my inner 13 year old girl.
Fortunately, my night ended on a high note literally. I spent it writing my blog about my favorite riffs, cuddling with my boys and researching salt water tanks with Goalielocks. Then I went to bed and shortly thereafter my hubby and Jake got home from their beer league hockey game. Before going to bed, I had sent Jake my blog link to get his opinion on my favorite riffs. He’s a complete music aficionado, so I was both excited and nervous to get his credit. When he came into my room to tell me good night, he told me I did a great job and that made my night. I love my boys. I have so much gratitude for my boys and their love. I’m quite lucky.
Before I leave you with my music video of the night, I wanted to be sure everyone in the blogosphere, Facebook, and Twitterverse are aware that tomorrow is the last day to register online for the Purple Stride event. If you’re not local to S. Florida or can’t participate, that’s okay as you can support the team with your donation. Presently, we’re over $3,000 away from our fundraising goal. Here’s the link: Team Deb Force Five
Tonight’s song comes to us courtesy of the Bangles. Enjoy “Manic Monday!”
