Have you ever been so tired that your lack of competency and complete clumsinsess astounds even you?
Um, yeah, me neither. . .
Well, except for last night. Mondays are just hard for me. I get up at 5 AM to workout then have a 13 hour work day between my two jobs. I'm usually tired, but last night I was absolutely useless at the end of my day.
How useless you ask?
First, I ran a stoplight. Except not so much ran as came to a complete stop at, then forgot what was going on and proceeded to drive again, straight through it, before it turned green.
Genius, I tell you.
Then! I forgot how to get to my co-custard scooper's house. It's not a drive I've made super often, but enough that I know how to get there. Usually. I didn't get us turned around completely, thank goodness, but he did have to confirm all turns I was only half-committed to making on my own.
Of course, he was heartily amused at my exhaustion and its consequences. He doesn't know yet that once I made it home (without any more automotive incidents, for which I am grateful), I knocked over my large glass makeup bowl, which shattered on my bathroom tile and cut my foot.
It was all I could do to sit slumped on the floor and pick up the pieces, then clean and dress my wound.
Mind you, this was only 11 PM. Remember when I used to go out that late? Those days are clearly over, at least after working all day.
Um, yeah, me neither. . .
Well, except for last night. Mondays are just hard for me. I get up at 5 AM to workout then have a 13 hour work day between my two jobs. I'm usually tired, but last night I was absolutely useless at the end of my day.
How useless you ask?
First, I ran a stoplight. Except not so much ran as came to a complete stop at, then forgot what was going on and proceeded to drive again, straight through it, before it turned green.
Genius, I tell you.
Then! I forgot how to get to my co-custard scooper's house. It's not a drive I've made super often, but enough that I know how to get there. Usually. I didn't get us turned around completely, thank goodness, but he did have to confirm all turns I was only half-committed to making on my own.
Of course, he was heartily amused at my exhaustion and its consequences. He doesn't know yet that once I made it home (without any more automotive incidents, for which I am grateful), I knocked over my large glass makeup bowl, which shattered on my bathroom tile and cut my foot.
It was all I could do to sit slumped on the floor and pick up the pieces, then clean and dress my wound.
Mind you, this was only 11 PM. Remember when I used to go out that late? Those days are clearly over, at least after working all day.
6 comments:
Boo! Sorry to hear about your bowl and your foot, but so happy to hear you didn't get to a car wreck!
Also, you scoop custard as in frozen custard? yum!
Hopefully today was MUCH better!
Sorry for you bad day! I hate those days to be forgotten.
Blessings to you!
Emily - I do! 2 nights a week I can be found at the Dairy Godmother in Del Ray (Alexandria)!
Thanks for the well wishes friends! It wasn't even a terrible day, just a little too long. Yesterday was much better, and I have good feelings about today. :)
Gah! No fun! I can't stay up late anymore either. I get extremely strange and start walking into walls...
I remember the first time I realized I wasn't a "young'un" any more and couldn't do the all nighters. It was a sad realization. I don't even try any more. Nothing is that important (didn't even really do it to get my wedding dress finished in time, and it still got finished). I used to be able to spend a day, a night, and a day up before completely crashing. I'm so old now!
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