I was completely on target for a start to finish miserable day today. Really. It was going to be THE WORST
It started at 4AM when I woke up with the “cramp” thing that’s been happening just below my right shoulder blade since Tuesday evening. I eventually managed to find a position where it was tolerable and fall back to sleep. Then I didn’t get right up when the alarm went off which instantly makes me anxious. As I rolled out of bed I realized that my left knee cap is out of alignment, probably due to the strange way I have to walk down stairs because of my continuing battle with Achilles twndonitis. It was overcast and I just started to shoot again with purpose. I need sun and shadows. Sweet pea found a couple of bones in the woods. It looked like they were left by people. (Sawed off end) and I had to pray that they weren’t poisoned by some insane dog hating creep. I came back to the house and the husband was sitting in his chair in the family room.
Now, I am aware of how bitchy this sounds. I’m going to be honest anyway. I like my alone time even if I claim it doesn’t count when I know someone is sleeping in the house. But I like to make myself something to eat, and sit down in front of the tv and enjoy not talking to anyone or needing to listen and to them. So I was not happy to see his bald little head sticking up over the back of his chair.
I did prepare US something to eat and then because I was so irritable and because I had planned on showering after eating I slipped my pokey bra off, played our respective lunches and began to eat. Suddenly I realized with HORROR that I had tucked my retainer into my bra before o had taken my bra off. I ran to the spot and there was no retainer to be found. Immediately I began to fume at the husband who had shuffled back and forth on his big unstable numb feet because he would have never know if he stepped on or kicked my retainer. He feels practically nothing below the knee. I told myself I’d calm down to eat and then look. I ate. But I wasn’t calm. Then I turned over couches and chairs. I swept. I searched with a flashlight. I could not find the pathetic retainer. I gazed at sweet pea. Had she been suspiciously absent for a few minutes? I looked where she brings her bones. No retainer. Sweating and overdressed on the dirty clothes I pulled on to wear in the woods I gave up. I called the orthodontist and went in to have a new mold made for a new retainer. It was shaping up to be the worst day ever.
On my way back I stopped at the bank and grocery store. I brought the groceries home and went to grab the photo of me and oak that pal asked me to copy for him. I thought I knew where it was but it wasn’t there. I searched for it. I couldn’t find it. I was so upset. But it was time to go back to the orthodontist to pick up my new retainer. My wallet wasn’t in my pocket.
I figured it was in the car. It wasn’t in the car. Panic overtook me. I searched the house again. I lost my wallet with all that money I just got out of the bank. A huge wave of nausea passed through me. I got back in the car, now late for the orthodontist. On a long shot I figured I’d call the grocery store before canceling my credit cards.
THEY HAD IT. Someone had turned it in. I told the guy on the phone how much money was in it and he said it looked like it was all there. I couldn’t believe it. I cried.
All the tension and anger and hostility I was holding onto melted away. For the moment I had faith in humanity again. I picked up my retainer and my wallet and cooked Josh a gourmet dinner.
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