Why, Oh Why? (can’t get out of my own way edition)….
I had a lovely day.
It was the first day of “break” — which, since I don’t work weekends anyway, just means it was the first day I wasn’t supposed to be at work. Naturally, I still woke up at 5:30 a.m. Old habits die hard. But that meant coffee, the paper, and a quiet start to the day, which is never a bad thing.
I had an eye doctor appointment downtown, and three unusually good things happened in a row:
- The train was already sitting on the platform when I arrived.
- The eye doctor took me 40 minutes early.
- The train home was waiting for me when I got there.
No waiting. Anywhere. A small miracle.
Because I was suddenly ahead of schedule, I squeezed in a 45-minute swim. That alone should have earned me some cosmic bonus.
Next up: I went with my daughter to her dentist appointment. I wasn’t sure why my presence was required, so I asked. She said, “Because Mom would come back with me.”
I just looked at her.
She knew immediately that wasn’t happening. She’s 21. Nope. Still, it was nice to hang out with her for a bit.
More good news rolled in: the older boy (law school) and my daughter both received their semester grades. Let’s say… they clearly take after their mother.
Another win.
Then the younger son came over and made us dinner. Check.
After that, the boys and I played Rock Band for an hour. Loud, ridiculous, and fun.
All good. A genuinely good day.
And yet…
I’m stressed. Anxious. Heart racing. I feel like my blood is auditioning for a NASCAR pit crew.
Why?
Because I am a moron who drank an energy drink at 4:30 p.m.
I knew better. I know energy drinks make me bonkers. I know I need to cut back on caffeine.
And yet.
So if you see me later tonight lying perfectly still, staring at the ceiling, wondering why my body thinks a bear is chasing it — now you know.