Both literally and figuratively.
I had gotten home after my long, taxing work day (double shift) only to find that all hell had broken loose here in the form of my youngest son’s work van being stranded with a flat tire and no spare, and him in a panic because our money situation? Is one I can’t even talk about right now for fear of setting myself up for a panic attack. And ain’t nobody got time for that.
By the time all was said and done, I had been out of my house (including work and commute and seeing to work van) for fourteen hours and everyone was in a foul mood. And I was so exhausted, I just wanted to crawl in bed. I pulled my bedspread off and replaced it with a comforter because it was actually cold last night. Then Aristotle, our pit pup, crawled up on my bed and literally PEED on it! He’s been regressing lately and I’m not sure if it’s just something this breed does, or if it’s because of the tension in the house lately, or what the deal is.
But I digress. On the other hand? It was a comforter, so only the comforter got wet and I was able to make do with a plush blanket and my bedspread. It was kind of cool in the room, but as I said before, I was exhausted. I started to watch Tuesday’s American Horror Story, my favorite after-double-shift ritual, but fell asleep part of the way through. Of course, I woke up way too exhausted to blog or visit any blogs this morning, but at least
today’s tonight’s post will go up before midnight (my time).
Today was a much better day. The work van was fixed. My comforter is once again (with the help of my homemade oxygen cleaner, homemade stain remover, a vinegar pre-soak, and homemade laundry detergent), clean and smelling fresh. And unlike this time last night? It will go directly from the hot dryer to my bed.
I’m still stressed, but taking things day by day. Which is really all anyone can do in any given situation – good or bad – anyway.
Song For Thursday: – Zac Brown Band, “Jump Right In”
Because I’m in bad need of an island lullaby…