Just one of those days...

It was a morning like any other morning. After spending a restless night, tossing and turning, and trying to block out the celebratory sounds of private school graduates, the alarm sounded. I awoke sore and tired, and wrestled my way out from under the gigantic mound of fleece sheets and insulated blankets. A cat was twisted around my ankles, and she was purring. As soon as my bare feet hit the cold slats of the wood floor, I knew this day would be one of those days.

For some reason, on some days, time is infinitely warped. Although the same number of minutes was allotted to my getting-ready-ness, there was just not enough time. Everything was late. The hot water took too long, and then it was too hot. I dropped my clean towel on the not-so-clean bathroom floor. One of my contact lenses fell in the sink and got covered with toothpaste goop. There wasn't enough time to dry my hair. (Ok, I should admit that there is NEVER enough time to dry my hair, but at least some days I get close.) Breakfast was a disaster, and I walked out without ingesting my previous vitamins and supplements. And with no caffeine.

Hours later, I ponder the events of this morning and try to play a little game of "How will we improve?" I find myself at a complete and utter loss. The only suggestion I can muster includes making smithereens of the alarm clock and subsequently calling it a day. I'm still not convinced that I shouldn't do that.

I will spend various bits of the next few hours contemplating further, and working out tomorrow morning's plan in my head. For some reason, though, I know that tomorrow will not be one of those days, and for that I am eternally grateful.