Just another manic monday...
Monday is all about bumper to bumper traffic.
I’ve got ten minutes, so don't mind the typos. After that I’m just busy. A busy week begins and this Daylight Savings thing isn’t being very helpful. Unfortunately, it makes for a great sleep aid when you need to wake early. Over-sleeping sucks. My poor daughter always gets shafted being the first onto the bus in the morning. because of my inability to wake up early to prep lunches, she often gets a granola bar and an apple thrown in her bag and must fend for herself by eating a questionable school lunch. I get to do lots of things today and like everything in my life, nothing seems to go together. It’s like every day of my life is plagued by a miss-match of plaids and stripes being worn together. Meeting with the first selectman, getting your hair done, doing a photo-shoot, hitting the super-market, and editing last nights shoot among all of the regular stuff all must be done in short order. I also have to make sure that Kate has invented something that has never been done before for the invention convention while also choosing to write about someone that has had a great impact on the world for an upcoming paper. I need to try to talk her out of her choice of writing about the creator of white-out, because in her mind, this person is up there with greats like Ghandi and Shakespeare. But we all have these interesting and not so interesting task…just fill in my blanks with your blanks and see the crazed deer in the head-lights look in any mirror. When I have a busy day ahead, I am destined to have a crazy non-sense dream that makes me wake up in a panic and get a crappy sleep for the rest of the night. You know those. Chris gets them all the time. We have both had dreams where we get to the start of the Ironman swim and realize you don’t have any goggles. Even worst, it has actually happened to him. Those anxiety dreams are par for the course when the busy day lay ahead. Last night I dreamed that I was driving with the kids in a Ferrari which was super cool until I got my foot stuck under the pedal and played Frogger at 120 mph down the Merit highway that happened to be littered with thousands of bicyclist doing a MS bike ride. God only knows why we have these anxiety ridden dreams, but I guess it just means tomorrow is important for some reason, otherwise we wouldn’t have them. Perhaps Kate can invent something that helps make the day flow well with relatively few hiccups. Sure enough, it is Monday again. Last week’s Monday blog was plagued with all sorts of woes of the day and tuned up with the song, "I don’t like Mondays". Don't get me wrong, I like Mondays and I am sure I’ll enjoy today, just not the thought of all that things that need to get accomplished. I guess it’s just another manic Monday.
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