That’s the one word you can use to describe me today. And yesterday. And the day before.
My life has been hectic.
Work? Check. Personal life? Check.
It’s a good thing I’ve built a serious routine for during the week. Because sometimes there are days where I don’t want to think and would prefer to just go through the motions.At what point does a theory become an actual law? I swear the “Tuesdays are the worst day of the week” theory is catching on.
Either way, early yesterday morning my “auto pilot” was turned on. Nothing more for me to do other than to just let it rollllll….
I already touched on my morning being pretty standard and old ladyish. My night after work is fashioned into a similarly repetitive routine:
Attempt not to scream at a hooligan (let’s edit ourselves) on the way home. Bonus points for me if I don’t get close to hitting someone on a bike (pretty sure some of them have a death wish and seek me out during rush hour traffic).
Get home. Discuss commute with roommate. Also discuss one particular driver that almost killed me and how it’s not my fault. It never is. She agrees and acts appalled. Probably just to shut me up so she can finish watching DVR in peace as I run upstairs to change and head out to the gym.
Hit gym. Realize the ipod is about to die because someone forgot to charge it during work. Know that someone is me, but blame others if at all possible.
Swear to not run because that’s what has been done the last two nights and it’s really time to switch it up a little.
End up running 2.8 miles anyway. Shake head because a conversation JUST happened with Megan about how I need to cut back on the running. Oops.
After becoming a hot mess and a half from all the treadmill action and 15 minutes on the elliptical and stairmill (for kicks and to work out some more of the rage), run into someone I know. Converse while hoping they don’t notice the sweat stain on my stomach or chest region (seriously?).
Come home to leftovers. Be sad baseball isn’t on, but find a way to work in the Cardinal allegiance for the night…Chicken sausage and yellow/orange peppers. Quite delicious even if you had searched desperately for green peppers at the store and could find none.
And a rally towel from the NLCS game I went to earlier this month. It is now kept prominently placed in the kitchen.
What? Is that weird?
Probably. What else am I supposed to do with it?
After eating dinner then spending quality time with my pantry and a box of cereal, join roomie on couch for the rest of the evening. No talking. Just watching the screen.
Retreat to bedroom. Look at clothes and shoes on floor. Waste more time pondering picking them up than it actually would take to do so. Decide to leave them there.
Go to bed. Wake up. Be somewhat happier because it is no longer Tuesday.
Breath sigh of relief. Another Tuesday down and out of the way.