Tuesday. My day started off great. I had a shower! Early! I felt so good I even made up a song in the shower. It went something* like this:
It's going to be a good day; it's going to be a great day!
It's going to be a good day, 'cause I got up early!
I stretched my bones out. Now I'm in the shower.
It's going to be a great day, 'cause I'm on top of it.
Whether it's a hot day, or whether it's a cold day,
It doesn't matter, 'cause it's a long day.
If it's a slow day, or if it's crazy,
It's going to be a good day. I'm not lazy!**
Obviously I'm not a poet. More importantly, I haven't exactly lived up to the promise of that moment yet today. Although I did get my son to school early!
Since then, I've cut and filed my nails and cuticles, which was not on my to do list (but did need doing).
Okay, enough of this, I'm off to accomplish good things... which always fills me with the dreaded thought that I'm not going to accomplish all the things(!!!), shudder, but... where the fuck was I? Breathe breathe breathe. I'm going to accomplish a few important things.
I'm going to wash and then hang the cold laundry.
I might do the dishes.
I'm going to deposit a cheque and pay a bill.
I'm going to pay some other bills.
I'm going to the dentist.
I'm going to work on my group therapy homework.
I'm going to pick up my son and make supper.
And I'm going to make tiramisu for my friend's party tonight.
So I better find the recipe and buy the ingredients too.
*Literally, because I really don't remember exactly how it goes.
**This phrase disturbs me, but I picked lazy because it rhymes with crazy. The point of the verse was that even if I don't get a lot done, it will still be a good day.