My first conscious thought this morning when ‘my’ alarm started going off: Why is my alarm going off at 5:50am on Sunday??
See above picture(not mine) for reference. I nailed the hairdo, btw. That cat has to be my spirit animal! I need to meet him/her to see what hair products they use. =)
At least I did have the wherewithal to know it was ‘my’ alarm and not someone else’s! Proving I’m not completely brain dead or quick to blame whoever else happens to be at hand!
I’m actually very proud of the fact that I didn’t go all out badass Celtic warrior princess, and destroy that gross inconsiderate electronic device that I also call my phone. How dare it disrupt my beauty sleep. In other words- It’s just lucky it had fallen down behind the mattress out of arms reach, or it would have met it’s end.
Let it be known(not that it really has to be said) I hate Monday’s. I detest them. Especially when I feel defeated before even getting to my first appointment. I may be all Celtic warrior princess in my head and rule my world, but even that doesn’t give me reprieve from Monday’s and it’s blahs!
Bring on the coffee! Bring on the sunshine! I need to recharge my batteries!
Happy Monday all. :s