This, the first day of March, has been a bit off for us. It’s been a day of excess…but not in any sort of scandalous or scintillating way. More in a really dull yet highly irritating manner.
I drank too much coffee…into which I had poured too much vanilla torani.
I overwatered my plant.
I overfed the cats…and likely overfed the little man as well.
I overconditioned my hair.
I overcooked my broccoli. After tossing the sadly limp florets into the stirfry I managed to overdo it with the teriyaki sauce.
The little man said goodbye to me about a dozen times in the hour or so before it was time for me to leave for work.
Before actually leaving for work I spent way too much time straightening my hair with a flat iron…only to have all my hard work undone, almost instantaneously, as I stepped outside into some seriously Seattle-like weather. The hazy mist descended upon me, attacking my mad mod coif as I walked to the bus stop. Suddenly I was looking like some lady who’d slept with rollers in her hair, and I wasn’t liking it one bit.
The husband worked both jobs today. With each shift and the commute(s) he was away from home for over twelve hours. I just realized he will never have a day off, as he’ll be working one job, or both, every single day of the week. Youch.
