because on days like today, this is what happens.
1. 4:30 of the AM
Spend five minutes studying trousers thinking as I do so, “I don’t remember my work trousers having pockets.”
Try putting them on, then realising they don’t fit, start to panic that I’ve shrunk them in the dryer.
Spend five minutes continuing to try fitting into them, cursing myself a lot before it dawns on my that they aren’t actually my trousers.
2. 5:10 of the AM
Get in my car and spend several minutes readjusting everything as it was last driven by the other half, and wishing I could afford a car with memory seats.
Plug in my iPhone and iPod, start it up and set off. As I look at the house opposite my car park, I find I can’t read the sign by the door, 20 feet away from me. Realise I haven’t put in my contact lenses. Neither am I wearing my glasses. Life truly is a blur.
3. 2.45 of the PM
Get home from work.
Since I have nowhere else to go today, I decide to get changed into comfy clothes and veg out. This is when I realise my über comfy one piece support bra, really lives up to its name, as it appears I’ve been wearing it back to front all day.
As long as I don’t repeat myself tomorrow, I think I’ll be OK….. 😉
I shared this on Twitter earlier, but wanted to add it here too. This is a genuine screen grab from my Foursquare feed yesterday.
It would appear that Foursquare is indeed outing superheroes, one check-in at a time.
NaNoWriMo word count – still zero
NaBloPoMo Posts made – 5 quick ones, tomorrow I need to do a specific one.
FMSPhotoADay – Done’d and posted to Instagram.
And so does life.
Today is six months since I doodled this.
I was sat, for the second day in a row, in a tiny stuffy room at the bank, waiting to hear if the appeal against the rejection if my loan application had been successful.
It was a momentous day, a life changing decision. A yes or no meant the difference between me being stuck in a rental rut, or being a homeowner once more.
I had a less than ten percent chance of success, and the pessimist in me would not allow myself to get my hopes up, so this is what I did as I waited nervously for an answer.
Thankfully all was well, and eight weeks later I was a homeowner once more.
Where has the time gone?
It seems five minutes since I was fighting for things to go my way, and yet it already feels like I’ve lived here forever.
In packing up all the Books & DVDs we own ready for the move.