The Slump

Friday dawned bright, sunny, and hot. My feet did not hit the floor before 9:30a.m. A restless slumber interrupted in the wee hours by a tiny Chihuahua. As an excuse for aimless wandering about the house, I turned off the alarm and fell back into the world of dreams.

In excusable. And even as I fell back against the pillow, I knew what I was doing was wrong. I knew that the repercussions would be felt throughout the day and beyond. I heard the voices in my head arguing about getting up and making class, and still I refused to make my body move from beneath the blankets.

Saturday night I kept the kids and myself up until midnight. And naturally I did not get us to church. I did not really do much more than attempt to find the sermon online.

Guilt was piling up. I knew I was wrong on both counts. I knew that I was better than this, and could do so much more.

The grass did get cut on Sunday evening and one tiny feeling of accomplishment overcame me.

By Monday morning I was not quite myself.

Over tired from watching a tragically sad movie about turning 40. Watching this in the wee hours of the morning rather than sleeping. I turned off the lights as dawn was creeping up. I slept late and woke up feeling sluggish.

Breakfast cooked and served and a little school type activities for the kids.

Even though this was to be a hearing aide appointment for my son, I did not get him equipped with hearing aides. In fact I barely managed to get both kids and myself together and out the door. A slightly grumpy granddad accompanied us to this appointment.

Upon arrival I realized that we were at a hearing aide appointment without hearing aides and in that moment nearly threw in the towel. My youngest was being difficult and throwing temper tantrums. A rude lady stared me down sneering at me.

I sad in my chair angrily staring her down, but I knew Bitch mode was about to break out. I could see the words she wasn't speaking flashing across her face, and it made me angrier. Somehow, I managed to let it slide.

The appointment went well, and after a meal in a fast food restaurant and a thrift store, I spent the next thirty minutes trying to convince myself that I was too tired to attend Zumba. My dad was being encouraging my not saying either way.

I did make it. I did feel much better about things after the class.