I woke up at 7:25 a.m. and freaked because I realized I forgot to set my alarm. I quickly got up knowing I still had a good 15 minutes to get ready. No time to shower, but I did have time to put makeup on and figure out what I was going to wear. And, make my lunch. I grabbed the garbage, grabbed my bag and purse and walked out the door at 7:40 a.m. ......
TO GO TO WORK
Yes, in my crazy brain, I woke up this morning thinking it was Monday. Not for one second of that whole time I was getting ready did anything register that it wasn't a work day. I took my jeans out of the laundry basket and thought, I'll have to do laundry tonight ... not remembering that I was going to do it Sunday (today). I was upset that I didn't have time to eat breakfast or to make tuna for lunch. So I slabbed peanut butter on two pieces of bread.
It wasn't until I was walking back from tossing the garbage out that I thought, "Why are all these cars still here?" And as I was putting my bag in the back seat, it slowly seeped through my fuzzy brain..."Michelle, it's Sunday."
Well I was already in the car, so I decided to go get coffee at Starbucks. The whole time I was going round and round in my brain as to how I for all that time kept thinking it was Monday.
It's freaking me out. My only thought is that I was in a deep sleep dreaming about work (though I can't remember if I did dream about work).
But I'm back at home now, and back in my pajamas :)
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