Go with your gut
Monday, June 28, 2010
I should have listened to my own subject advice today.

My alarm woke me up at 5:50am and my first thought of the day is that I should call off work. Why, you ask? I was tired. That was all I had as an excuse. Pregnancy insomnia kicked my butt until 1:30am. For those of you non-math people that's a whopping 4 hours and 20 minutes of sleep...sort of since it wasn't consecutive thanks to the usual pregnancy aches, pains and peeing. I ignored the alarm and comtemplated the calling off tired excuse for work for the next 20 minutes. I should have gone with that gut instinct. Instead, I got up.

The daughter refused to hear anything coming out of my mouth or the husband's mouth this morning. I'm pretty sure she was hearing Charlie Brown adult speak coming from us due to the non-responsive, "Hmmm?" every time we said "Please, go get your shoes." If she does not pick her shoes in the morning then woe and sorrow is to be heard through the neighborhood.

I took my reverse camel-hump toting self and my load of everyday work crap out to my car and all was fine. I walk back into the house to gather the husband and daughter as well and the skies opened and dumped the biggest load of wet on us. We waited for a few minutes, but it was not stopping and due to "shoe-request-ignore-gate" we were running late so we made a dash for it. And got wet. Very, very, very wet. Who would have thought that you could be cold and wet at the end of June? Well, you can. There was literally a 2 inch puddle on my driver seat after getting the daughter buckled in because wouldn't you know it, that son of a bitch storm had to be blowing the rain sideways too. Cold and wet drive to work. Running the heat in June was bizarre.

Why might you ask, was I not parking in our garage like I have been for months? Because the 4th of July is coming and that means the annual family fireworks show is coming up and our garage is now full of fireworks boxes. So yeah, should have gone with the gut, called off tired and stayed home.


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