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…paved with good intentions.

November 19th, 2009 |

Author: Bunny

It really is! lol

When I went to bed last night/this morning I was sure today I would awake and endure the most productive of days. Ha, the silly things one dreams of. Oh well, a girl can dream can’t she?

I ended yesterday at some point, I’m really not sure when since I awoke around 3ish this morning. I awoke, sitting in my recliner with my phone firmly stuck to my face. I remember talking to my Dad, more listening to him as he set up his new computer. I do not remember him completing his task, nor do I remember anyone saying goodbye. Sorry Dad.

I can say that these crappy Panasonic cordless phones CAN withstand several hours of slobber submersion. Kewl. LOL

When I woke up this morning, like really woke up, I sat up and felt that little wave of nausea I feel every morning before I get me bearings. No I’m not preggers, I have a waterbed so every morning is filled with just a moment of “sea sickness” until my eyes adjust to the darkness and my mind realizes where I am and why I am swaying about. Only this morning, that little bit of nausea did not go away. Instead I found myself hugging the can, first thing this morning. Then, as I came out of the bathroom, I saw the clock and I realized we had overslept. ‘Then I turned around and had to hug the can again.

Great.

The chances of having a productive day today were now only a distant, faded, and hazy memory. You can’t have a productive day when you are already starting out 2 hours behind schedule. You can’t have a productive day when you are having to go about it sans coffee.. {I’d rather not enjoy my favorite morning beverage on the Exit, kwim?} You can’t have a productive day when your stomach feels like you accidently ate a few football players and a rabid wolverine and they are all have a game of “Catch me if you can” meets “Summerslam 1998”. I was sure today was going to suck. Why not, who am I to try to buck the norm and expect a productive day? A day of setting goals and actually attaining them. A day of “job well done” and self accolades. Today was not going to be the day of “change”. Not for me.

The hubs took the kids to school for me this morning. That was a +.

I did check email, and chat for just a sec with the kimmers. I’m convinced she retaliated my voodoo doll attack on her and thus is why my stomach was refusing to hold down even water.

*On the side, while I’m thinking it. Owning a waterbed is like the WORST idea on the planet. This fact becomes apparent only on those days such as today when thy stomach is enjoying it’s own version of vertigo and every flip and wave causing any food in thy tum to put on its very own show of lively acrobatics and competitive diving.

After my email check, I went back to aforementioned *bad idea* and managed to sleep until nearly 2pm.

The kids are home from school now, and here I sit. Back in the recliner that started it all, and wondering if there is any soup in the pantry. Soup sounds divine. Soup sounds calming. Soup sounds soothing. Soup sounds nice.

I believe I will have to save those “Intentions” for another day.
Perhaps tomorrow. *hint hint*

Here’s hoping you had a semi-productive day. Or at least one a smidge better then mine.

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