Where does the time go? Had to forcefully roll myself out of bed this morning at 7:30 (with the help of my alarm clock) because I had a 10:00 am appointment. You see I like to sleep in when I CAN. Jumped into the shower (well, OK, I dragged myself in—my jumping days are well over—same for skipping, scooting and bouncing). Then I spent a LONG time cleansing my face and finishing with a toner). Next came the three creams I use on my face. By then my hair was almost dry so I had to hurry and finger in some pliable hair paste to give it the fullness that isn’t naturally there anymore and blow dry in some hot air to fluff and add some bounce, which I then sprayed with a can of hair spray so it wouldn’t move too much. All necessary, believe me.
The cat was getting vocally impatient for breakfast so I
scooted bumped my way into the laundryroom to shut him up. What I don’t need first thing in the morning is noise of any kind. I like to begin my day languidly. I’ve rushed my whole working life and nobody, especially not my fretful cat, is going to rush me first thing in the morning. Kitty litter cleaned and water bowl replenished, I brushed my teeth (in the bathroom, not the laundryroom). I especially dislike morning breath, so I brushed before breakfast and then again afterwards.
Next was the ritual of my calcium+ vitamin D plus an additional Vitamin D pill, which I choked down with lots of water. At lunchtime, I’ll take my Omega-3 capsule. By now, I’m ready for a sitdown and have spent an hour in the bathroom. By the time I got breakfast and got to read some of the paper, I only had 45 minutes before I had to up the pace and get rolling.
My appointment lasted 1-1/2 hours. It was raining cats and dogs; thank goodness my umbrella was in the car. On the way home I stopped at MacDonald’s for a LARGE coffee. The newpaper was still waiting to be finished on the diningroom table. For lunch I had a salad that took far too long to make. Already it’s 2:22 pm. Where the heck has the day gone?
You think you have all the time in the world. One appointment and the day’s pretty much shot. Now I’ll put in a few hours of babysitting my grandkids and tomorrow I’ll start all over again. What a life! I feel like I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole in Alice in Wonderland. Some days it seems I’m just chasing my tail to keep up and on those days it’s hard to keep things straight. I’m not old enough to be loosing it. Am I?