Well yesterday may have been Tuesday but it has never felt more like a Monday. As much as I enjoy Labor Day weekend, it kind of feels wrong to get somewhat in a school routine and then have it immediately derailed with a holiday.
I started the day by waking up before the alarm even went off because I never really slept. And so I felt just as refreshed as what you’re imagining. As long as what you’re imagining involves something resembling Joe Cocker in hot pink pajama pants.
But I dragged myself to Smart Barre because I’ve committed to it and spent most of last week feeling like my muscles had been run over by a truck and I don’t want all that hard work and pain to go to waste just because I like to sit on the couch. I think the instructor smelled my weakness because she worked us harder than ever and I just kept looking at that clock waiting for that blissful last five minutes of class when you get to lie there and “listen to your body”. I’ll be honest and tell you that yesterday my body whispered, “I hate you”.
It kind of hurt my feelings.
After class I walked down to the hardware store because we’re getting the exterior of the house repainted in the next month and I need to choose a color. I was all excited because I had a Pinterest epiphany over the weekend and felt certain that my paint color soulmate was going to be either Benjamin Moore’s Chelsea Gray or Amherst Gray. So I bought samples of both of those colors and a paintbrush so I could slap both of them on the house and see how they looked.
Then somehow Caroline talked me into having lunch with her at school yesterday. I’m not sure why we needed to eat lunch together when you consider that we’d been together all weekend long, not to mention for the entire summer that just ended and the fact that we eat breakfast and dinner together every single day. But she felt it was necessary and I got swept away by all the Sunrise/Sunset MY BABY IS GOING TO GO OFF TO COLLEGE IN EIGHT YEARS nonsense and ended up driving through Chick-Fil-A to deliver nuggets to school.
When lunch was over I drove back home and proceeded to try out my paint swatches. I’m sad to report that once they dried it was apparent that Amherst Gray is way too dark. And Chelsea Gray? Well, it’s almost exactly the same color our house is right now.
I found the whole thing to be disheartening. So if you can help a girl out and suggest a nice gray exterior paint color, I would be much obliged. I’m looking for a true gray. Not a blue-gray. Not a taupe-gray. Not a green-gray. Not too dark. Not too light. I will not eat them here or there. I will not eat them anywhere. I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them Sam I am.
What was I saying?
Oh. My day.
Caroline and I went to the grocery store after school and then came back home to work on her homework. It was decimals. And I was once again reminded that I am incapable of doing fifth grade math. Tenths? Hundredths? Thousandths? Why do the decimals mock me?
And just about the time we wrapped up the math homework and I was fighting the urge to put on my pajamas and crawl in bed and console myself with the reminder that I’m a grownup who can use a calculator, Gulley texted to see if Caroline and I wanted to meet her and the boys for ice cream.
Yes. Yes we do.
We drove to Baskin-Robbins and Gulley and I sat outside on a bench while the kids ran in to order their ice cream. And that’s when I got stung by a bee. On the upper part of the backside of my thigh. Like not quite my bottom, but close enough. The odds of it getting me there have to be close to .0025 or something.
That’s when I knew for sure that I was over this particular Tuesday posing as a Monday.
And so I drove us home, took a Zyrtec and put on my pajamas.
Which is what I should have done in the first place.