I spent 9 hours in the kitchen yesterday processing all the fresh fruits and veggies I got at the farmer’s market. As a result, I didn’t put away the 4 triple size loads of laundry that I washed while I was cooking and watching the kids. So all the decent clean clothes are in baskets in a pile getting permanently wrinkled.
Because stupid me - who knows better - thought that caffeine wouldn’t really bother me.
On two nights this week -- after long hard days, I had an ice-cold Diet Dr. Pepper about 8 p.m. because I wanted to relax and I’m not a drinking woman.
The second night was also unsuccessful. This time I had to go to the bathroom - the other obvious downside of drinking before bed – duh! I returned to a semi-state of sleep. The kind when you are just awake enough to realize you are having weird dreams and you actively try to make sense of them – while the dream is occurring. Definitely not conducive to good sleep.
But I didn’t look back. I went straight to a park bench, promptly spilled my ice-cold Diet Dr. Pepper all over the rocks, cursed some more and then sat down to flesh out my anger.
Today, it was a park bench and a computer.