I had a hard time sleeping the night before which resulted in me sleeping on the couch until 3:30 in the morning and then realizing I must have slept wrong because my hip was KILLING ME! To say I woke up on the wrong side of the bed is an understatement and I was a real grumpopotamus. It felt like nothing went right.
So, without further explanation, here is my day on Saturday, January 19th...
At 9:27, I was getting ready to go out and about for the day. When I went into the bedroom, I noticed our oldest cat, Tuxford (also sick - along with the 3 kittens) puked all over the bedspread. You can thank me for not taking a picture of that for you. I put the bedspread into the washing machine while I went out to do some grocery shopping.
At this point, I was completely ticked off, so I decided to take a break. My mom called just as I had walked in the door for the second time, so I talked to her for a few minutes while I ate lunch of clam chowder. I was giving up on the project, and I went to go sit down and watch a couple of movies in hopes I would feel better.
I hung the comforter out on the back porch because our retractable clothesline has gone missing!
I got a message from Rebekah on Twitter asking about how my "Day in the Life of..." was going.
I told her that I was going to give up, but then told her I would take a nap and see how I felt among waking. I was in bed for almost 45 minutes and I just could not go to sleep.
My plans for dinner: Homemade pizza, boneless buffalo chicken and potatoe wedges.
For some reason, the dough wasnt rising like it was supposed to. But I made it anyways. And this is what happens when you scream when a kitten tries to jump on a hot oven door.
At this point, I was determined to finish dinner. There was no calling the local pizza joint and paying $20 for dinner. Nosiree. I am going to finish this dinner, and it is going to be great!
At 7:20, hubby finally arrived home.
Shortly after eating dinner, hubby and I had an arguement. After this photo was taken, I ate and then went to bed. I left the clean clothes in the washing machine overnight and the dirty dishes in the sink as the animals and I went to bed.
After looking back on the day, it really is what my days on the weekend look like for the most part. What is NOT normal is how grumpy I was and the fact that I couldnt shake it. As the children's book reads, it was a "Horrible, terrible, no good, very bad day." The thing is, even though it was a "bad day," I realize that it is so much better than many others have on a daily basis. I really have nothing to complain about.