As I write this, I’m mainlining Tootsie Rolls out of my Halloween candy stash and wondering how bad it would be if I went to bed at 8:00. After all, I’m reasoning, surely nothing else can go wrong if I’m asleep . . .
My day started on a positive note. I’d set my alarm 30 minutes earlier than I normally get up, and I rolled out of bed after only hitting snooze once. I made my bed and Annalyn’s lunch and then . . . I saw it. My dining room table was spotted with cat puke.
Good morning, me!
[Dear friends who will eat at my house following this confession: I have completely disinfected the entire table, top to bottom. At least, I will have done that by the time you come visit. Pinky promise.]
I should’ve seen the rest of my day coming at that point. But I didn’t. I was swept up in my early rising euphoria and missed the signs.
Fast forward a few hours to my annual exam. Yeah, that annual exam. After I’d waited a few minutes in the waiting room, I was informed that my doctor was running behind due to delivering a baby. The receptionist asked if I’d prefer to see the physician’s assistant or wait the 30 minutes for my doctor. I needed to get back to work, so I said the PA would be fine.
The nurse called me back a few minutes later and after the torture of standing on the doctor’s scale, she told me the physician’s assistant was being shadowed by a medical student. Would it be okay if she participated in my exam? Um, okay. Annnnd the student’s instructor is observing her today. Would it be okay if she joined us, too?
Sure! Let’s just throw a party in here!
Seriously. What could make this particular appointment worse? Oh, RIGHT – an audience! Is it any wonder my blood pressure was up when they measured it?!?
I survived, though, and headed back to my office. My office happens to be on the opposite side of town as my doctor’s office, so I drove through downtown to get back. I used to work downtown and driving there didn’t faze me. That was several years ago, though (and a few construction projects ago), so I was concentrating on all the road signs to make sure I was in the correct lane to hit the right highway, all the while trying not to get trampled by the other cars.
And then I got pulled over for speeding. SPEEDING! I wasn’t paying any attention to my speed, because I was working so hard to get from one highway to another and – did I mention? – trying not to hit any of the other speeding cars in the process!
After the unsympathetic police officer gave me my [LARGE] ticket, I [SLOWLY] drove to my office. Determined to make good choices and eat a healthy lunch even though I wanted to stuff my face in a pizza, I stopped at Subway. Where I waited for 15 minutes in a line that barely budged.
So I gave up and went to Sonic. (For the record, I got two measly chicken strips and APPLES.)
Finally, finally I got back to my office and almost-but-not-quite finished up a project. I picked up Annalyn, and we went home.
THAT WASN’T THE END.
An hour later, Mark got up and said we should drive across town to look at a Honda Accord I’d found for sale online. [Oh yeah. Side note: We'd made the painful decision to trade cars two days earlier, because my car is falling apart in a bad, expensive way.] The car for sale seemed like a good deal, although not my dream car by any means (it was in our price range because it had an insane number of bad scratches all over the exterior).
However, just as we were set to seal the deal, the pesky salesman asked to drive our trade-in hopeful. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news . . .” he said.
So the deal was off. And, thankfully, the day was [nearly] done. I just had bedtime and an email reminding me of an early morning meeting I’d forgotten to get through . . .
So – how is your week going? (Hopefully a little closer to perfect than mine!)
This post is part of 31 Days of Giving Up on Perfect. All month long, I’ll be writing about my fight against perfectionism and my quest to get on with life, already. For more 31 Days, visit The Nester.