tuesdays are hard
Sep. 9th, 2014 09:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabineTuesdays are hard because Monday nights are full.
I left work about 45 minutes later than I really wanted to, so I was rushing and juggling bag, water bottle, and clean lunch containers. I struggled with first finding my keys, then getting the doors unlocked (battery in my key fob is...not good), getting everything inside, finding phone for the listening of podcast of hilarity, and finally pulling out. About a block away from the parking garage I heard a big thump and a rolling sound on the top of my car. In the rearview mirror I saw my favorite water bottle go sailing off into the ditch.
I'm really deeply upset with myself about this.
While it's impressive that I've been driving solo for close to 20 years and never had this happen before, it sucks that it happened now. I loved that water bottle. I want to go look for it, but I don't know when I can do that. Really ticked off at myself and saying many bad words and names in my head.
Then it was the weekly annoyance with Madison drivers and the finding of the parking and getting of the dinner. Then dance class!
Teacher M has decided that she needs stronger arms. Therefore we all get more arm exercises. Also, the several new people who said "Yes! I'd love to come to class!" weren't able to make it.
Drills and technique were fine. The choreography is challenging. The first 4 measures go by with nothing. The next 4 we were told "Do your own thing. Don't overthink it. Follow the pattern in the music." We were all sent to our corners to work on it alone. When we came back to the center, GPS and I had exactly the same pattern, just a little different on the decoration. Many were the giggles. Then we had the inevitable crash as we each trace a path on the floor that's different from everyone else. No flocking or schooling here. Nope. But it's a fun piece, good music, with enough little drum breaks and repeats to not be of the crazy-making.
And then it was the post-class socializing. And then of the driving home and searching for snacks. And then of the trying to sleep.
And then it was morning and we had the trying to wake up. I was fixing bentos for Emi and me and apparently dripped some lemon juice on the floor. Emi stepped on it with the foot that has a big sore across the bottom. Lots and lots and lots of tears. She didn't want to get ready to go this morning. She didn't miss the bus, but they got to the bus stop just a couple of minutes early.
Today is for drinking coffee and being deeply annoyed by my calendar. It has at least one meeting in every time slot from 9-5. It's going to be a day when I have trouble getting bathroom or food breaks. Curses!
I left work about 45 minutes later than I really wanted to, so I was rushing and juggling bag, water bottle, and clean lunch containers. I struggled with first finding my keys, then getting the doors unlocked (battery in my key fob is...not good), getting everything inside, finding phone for the listening of podcast of hilarity, and finally pulling out. About a block away from the parking garage I heard a big thump and a rolling sound on the top of my car. In the rearview mirror I saw my favorite water bottle go sailing off into the ditch.
I'm really deeply upset with myself about this.
While it's impressive that I've been driving solo for close to 20 years and never had this happen before, it sucks that it happened now. I loved that water bottle. I want to go look for it, but I don't know when I can do that. Really ticked off at myself and saying many bad words and names in my head.
Then it was the weekly annoyance with Madison drivers and the finding of the parking and getting of the dinner. Then dance class!
Teacher M has decided that she needs stronger arms. Therefore we all get more arm exercises. Also, the several new people who said "Yes! I'd love to come to class!" weren't able to make it.
Drills and technique were fine. The choreography is challenging. The first 4 measures go by with nothing. The next 4 we were told "Do your own thing. Don't overthink it. Follow the pattern in the music." We were all sent to our corners to work on it alone. When we came back to the center, GPS and I had exactly the same pattern, just a little different on the decoration. Many were the giggles. Then we had the inevitable crash as we each trace a path on the floor that's different from everyone else. No flocking or schooling here. Nope. But it's a fun piece, good music, with enough little drum breaks and repeats to not be of the crazy-making.
And then it was the post-class socializing. And then of the driving home and searching for snacks. And then of the trying to sleep.
And then it was morning and we had the trying to wake up. I was fixing bentos for Emi and me and apparently dripped some lemon juice on the floor. Emi stepped on it with the foot that has a big sore across the bottom. Lots and lots and lots of tears. She didn't want to get ready to go this morning. She didn't miss the bus, but they got to the bus stop just a couple of minutes early.
Today is for drinking coffee and being deeply annoyed by my calendar. It has at least one meeting in every time slot from 9-5. It's going to be a day when I have trouble getting bathroom or food breaks. Curses!
