a case of the mondays
Let me preface all of this by saying that it hasn't really put me in a bad mood. That's progress, right? Even with all these crazy pregnancy hormones. Go figure...
- So I'm reading this book on hypnobirthing because Hubby wants me to. I think if he were to read it he'd think differently. I mean, if it's too fruity for me it will DEFINITELY be too fruity for him. I'm hoping there's at least a little to take away. That, and it's about 100 pages. Anyway, before bed I was reading a chapter about dream interpretation. So of course I wake up this morning after having this freaky long, detailed dream that ends with what? My tooth falling out. The only recurring dream I've ever had. Thanks a lot, hypnobirthing. Have I mentioned how much I HATE those dreams? And Monday arrives...
- Last night I made this pretty good Mexican casserole out of some random stuff we had and only going very loosely by a recipe. I was looking forward to leftovers. What do I see sitting on the stove this morning? Meaning, sitting on the stove all night? Sigh...
- I got locked out of Facebook.
- Internet access is a little sketchy this morning.
- I tried to log into our work network, leaving the computer to do its thing while grabbing cereal from the kitchen. Come back to find that the computer has restarted itself.
- Maybe it was trying to save me from the accusatory email I got from a co-worker first thing this morning...
- Take a break to take a shower. Get out of the shower to hear crazy peeps in the neighborhood screaming and cursing at each other. Why is there never a police presence then? Why must people ruin the quietness that is the neighborhood on this perfectly nice fall day?
I think I'll go eat a cookie. Happy Monday to you all.
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