Let me tell you a tale of my Tuesday morning. In which so many small things are wrong in the span of two hours that I am ready to blame an ancient trickster of the heavens.
Do not harm them, just mess with them. Said the trickster, as it flooded into the cosmos.
Last night I had to do a major cleaning because my household is awful at keeping clean and we were having a plumber come to the house. So I did that. I went to sleep at 4am.
I woke up because we had to keep the cats in a single room (bc plumber) and one cat does not like that, so she was scratching at the door for a while. I checked my phone and it turned out that the group I volunteer with needed someone on morning shift for cat duty and I normally do afternoons today, so I jumped in the car and headed out. No extra sleep for me, but whatever.
This is fine. Everything is fine. Driving around lots of road work is fine. It takes me an hour to clean all the cats cubbies and in the midst of it, I'm kneeling down and as I stand up, I smack my head into a cubby door which hurt immensely. As I'm finishing the last cubby, the cat decided I didn't let him play long enough a scratched me through the door as I was closing it, this is not normal and uncalled for. But fine. Cats are cats.
I go to leave, accidentally put the car into drive and almost drive up the curb. Okay, I was sleepy and will be more careful.
On the way home a FREAKING SQUIRREL jets out of the woods on a narrow road and I break instinctively, yell explicit words and think I've killed him because I heard something under the car. In my rear view mirror I see him run away and I start crying because adrenaline.
At home, the plumber has arrived and positioned his truck IN FRONT OF the drive way so I cannot pull in, there were other places he could have parked. I park across from the house. Why sir. Why.
My dad tells me the repairs the house needs (not even all of them) are basically 1/3 of the money we have right now. He let issues build up, it's a whole different story.
Cool cool cool.
I woke up because we had to keep the cats in a single room (bc plumber) and one cat does not like that, so she was scratching at the door for a while. I checked my phone and it turned out that the group I volunteer with needed someone on morning shift for cat duty and I normally do afternoons today, so I jumped in the car and headed out. No extra sleep for me, but whatever.
This is fine. Everything is fine. Driving around lots of road work is fine. It takes me an hour to clean all the cats cubbies and in the midst of it, I'm kneeling down and as I stand up, I smack my head into a cubby door which hurt immensely. As I'm finishing the last cubby, the cat decided I didn't let him play long enough a scratched me through the door as I was closing it, this is not normal and uncalled for. But fine. Cats are cats.
I go to leave, accidentally put the car into drive and almost drive up the curb. Okay, I was sleepy and will be more careful.
On the way home a FREAKING SQUIRREL jets out of the woods on a narrow road and I break instinctively, yell explicit words and think I've killed him because I heard something under the car. In my rear view mirror I see him run away and I start crying because adrenaline.
At home, the plumber has arrived and positioned his truck IN FRONT OF the drive way so I cannot pull in, there were other places he could have parked. I park across from the house. Why sir. Why.
My dad tells me the repairs the house needs (not even all of them) are basically 1/3 of the money we have right now. He let issues build up, it's a whole different story.
Cool cool cool.
tldr; I hit my head, I almost hit a squirrel and money sucks.
I am safe. I am okay. It was just a very strange morning because a lot of small things kept happening one after the other.
Plz tell me your morning was super relaxing so that I know someone somewhere is having a good time.
