Thirty minutes today. Thirty minutes!
That’s how long I stood in front of the mirror huffing and puffing trying to get my unruly hair to lay just so. Eventually I waved the white flag and pulled my hair back. I’d be better off replacing my mirror with this….
I spent so long fighting the do, that I had to rush to the store to get Mario’s ingredients for the cake she needed to bake tonight. As I loaded the car with groceries, the wind whipped through my hair, wrestling it loose from the clip I’d finally succumbed to. *sigh*
I rushed back home, unloaded the groceries, reset my hair and left for work.
Forty-five minutes into my commute, just as my aggravation and stress was subsiding, all three lanes of traffic came to a halt. For thirty minutes, we crawled at a snail’s pace past the three workers who nonchalantly went about filling the holes between the lanes. I felt my blood pressure rise as I wondered if this would be the first time in five years I would be late for work.
Soon the dam opened up, and with just a few minutes to spare, I clocked in.
Now, I am home again, settled into my corner of the couch, and reflecting on the long @$$ day I just had.
Amazing how my little corner of the couch, which fits me so well, can immediately take away my stresses.