Saturday was a very good and busy day. Actually the whole week was and sometimes that is how it goes. When you find that you are busy and enjoying yourself you may decide to forego some things. Like make-up.
I once told my therapist that if I ever showed up in his office without make-up to just send me to the psych ward right there and then. Thankfully I do believe he forgot that little tidbit.
See Saturday started at 2 AM with Toby deciding he wanted to sleep with mommy. That is great but being a cat he can’t call to me so I hear him and instead he jumps like he is part pogo stick until he gets the bedroom door to open. Did I say he wanted to cuddle? Turns out I was wrong. He wanted food. His communication of this is to knock everything on a bed side table to the floor. He was evicted when he knocked my phone on my head. I got another four hours in before I admitted defeat and got up to feed the
The day was on. Feed the cats; post a blog. Eye drops in Moms right eye. Coffee, some cleaning, shower, throw on a tank top with shorts and then out the door. Mom got her hair done this morning. This means I drop her at the salon and usually have a couple of hours to myself. Today my time was at Costco with a list and it was pretty cool. I got everything that they had and was out in record time. Woo HOO!
Being very observant due to morning coffee I avoided the horrendous traffic jam on the highway and took the side streets home.
**side note: the recovery program for our country is called “redoing every freaking road we can find”. I swear we are putting people back to work one mile and at a time.**
Ran some more errands, purchasing fuel for the toaster on wheels was not one of them, picked mom up and rushed home. At this point it is 11:15 and my appointment with Pavel is at noon. I pretty much threw mom out of the car, dragged in the Costco loot that needed the fridge/freezer and ran back to the car.
Did I mention the neighborhood yard sale? Yep, it was Saturday. Here is a fun fact: Yesterday was National Yard/Garage Sale Day. I will being waiting by the mail box for my cards.
Jump back in my car, throw it in to reverse, gun it just in time to have a lovely human being pull her mini van to the bottom of my driveway, stop, get out and go shopping at my neighbors. Really? She saw me too! I did some manipulating in the driveway and managed to squeeze the toaster by her. I never liked the grass in that corner of the yard. Now I am a little panicky. The toaster is low on gas but I have under 45 minutes to get across town, park and get to the office. Do I wing it? You bet your skippy I did. I mean the little light that looks like a gas pump wasn’t on so it was all good!
Take the back way to the highway as the main road is under construction and life is good. I have a speed limit of 55 and traffic around me is doing 65. I will make it and maybe get a coffee before hand. I start singing along to the radio. Life is GOOD! Wait…… what is that orange sign? What detour? The entrance to the bridge is closed? Oh sweet Lady! Radio lowered so I can concentrate on the orange detour signs.
No, I don’t know why I do that. Some how I feel that quiet will allow me to focus on the signs or see better.
Follow the signs across the city, smile nicely at all the Pittsburgh officers out today, and discover another way to the bridge. Jump on the bridge and off we go again! The rest of the ride was the usual. People stopping for no reason. Cars parked where they shouldn’t be and more road construction. But I made it! YES! Okay the gas pump is lit, but that is now for the ride home. I flip down the visor to make sure my hair is not sticking all out from the windows being down and I spot it.
No makeup. None. I don’t wear a lot, but I got nothing. No mascara or liner. I am not one to carry it with me so what can I do? I go with it. I mean really what is the big deal. If he noticed he didn’t say anything and since I was wearing an outfit that I only wear for yard work, working out or early runs to Costco/Home Depot I think my lack of makeup was probably missed.
The funny thing is that once I was in the waiting room I could have cared less. I wasn’t late, I was comfortable, and still in a fantastic mood. The lesson is just love being you and being here. The rest doesn’t matter.