"Hey honey, you want to wake up now? I've got breakfast ready." This is how my day started. Sounds nice doesn't it? How could a day that started so well become the inspiration for this negative blog session? Let me enlighten you....
As I stretched and rolled around in the bed struggling to chase away sleep, I was thinking...I wonder what's for breakfast. Did he just heat up a bacon, egg, and cheese lean pocket or did he cook up some eggs. Ah, who cares. It's the fact that me made breakfast that counts. I stroll into the kitchen. I see the coffee has been made, but.....where's my breakfast. I look at the table. Nothing. I look on the stove. I see an empty pan. "Hey honey, where's my breakfast? As I plop down on the couch.
"Did I say breakfast was ready? I meant, I was ready to make breakfast." Whatever, I said as I start up the stairs to have a little wake-up time/myspace check while I wait for the "ready-made breakfast". Then I realized, that's right...the internet is down again. Damn it. Mike suggest that we take the laptop up to Panera to get coffee, grub, and Wi-Fi. So, I redirect myself to the bathroom to get ready for the day. I know once we officially leave the house on a weekend day there is no coming back.
After I've tried on about four different combinations of outfits looking for just the right amount of comfort without looking like a complete scrub or frumpy...I hear: "CRASH! Oh no Fen!" I emerge from the bathroom half-dressed. I lean around the corner to see what my husband and my dog have broken in my kitchen, which just happens to be a vase I just got from Target that matched my kitchen perfectly. It was on clearance, so I know I'll have to settle for something less great to replace it, but without a word I retreat back into the bathroom. Mostly to prevent my grumpy demeanor from causing the situation to escalate to something stupid.
We're off to Panera now. Mike wanting to already start joking around about breaking the vase. He thinks since I didn't fly off the handle he's in the clear to laugh about the whole silly situation. I shoot him a glare that lets him know, he's wrong. He says, "Looks like we'll be making a trip to Target sometime today."
We get to Panera. I think I'm coming out of the morning funk. Mike and I are looking for a table with an outlet for the laptop. We lay Mike's clipboard on a small one we found in a corner under an air-condition vent (burrr) to save it as we both are looking for one of those "I'm a cool Wi-Fi'er" tall tables with an outlet. Mike is standing at the counter now as he directs me to look around the side, "are there any over there". I look, there's not. I'm walking round the corner to find Mike at the register placing his order. I walk towards him, surely he's not ordering already with me on the other side of the restaurant. I approach and he says, "hey I got a coffee and soup, tell the guy what you want." I was half tempted to say I want a tall table with an outlet cuz that is what my mind what set on at that moment, not food.
I feel panic because the order guy is now tapping his fingers on the register and people are forming a line behind us. I rattle off some order based on a lunch I got one time a while back on my lunch break. I'm not a Panera frequenter so I definitely don't have an "I'll have the usual" choice to fall back on. In the matter of two seconds we are back at our small cold table and I'm wondering what the hell I just ordered. Then I realize...I didn't even get a damn coffee!
I get the computer out of my bag, ask Mike to plug it in for me. He said, I'll get us set up. "Well, O.K. but I get to get on it first." He said alright. He gets it plugged in, logged on, signs into Myspace for me...he's really trying at this point. I finish my last bite of sandwich as he decides to do some Fantasy Baseball real fast, pretend like i'm still signing on, she'll never notice. "Thanks" I say. As I reach for the laptop. His face looks scared. I spin it around and the screen says...Yahoo Fantasy Baseball. "Niiiiice."
"I'm going to the restroom. When I come back, you better be done." When I return to the table he rushes to finish his last transaction and hands it over. Then he suggests I have a coffee since I still have not had my morning coffee. As he walks off he says, "Why don't you blog about it. Maybe you'll feel better."
So here I am. Waiting for my morning coffee at noon, at my cold little table, blogging about the day to you.... I must admit. He's right. I do feel better. And I'll feel EVEN better after I make Mike take me to a movie and then shopping at Target! :)
(SIDE NOTE: I'm really not a bitch. Your girl/fiancé/wife is just like me to some extent. I'm just comfortable enough to not only acknowledge it, but actually talk about it in the open....LOL. I'll bet you money that most of the females that read this will find a sense of relief...you aren't the only one that feels this damn CRAZY for absolutely no reason! My advice. Write about it. Get it out of your head and into written word. Those bad feeling will leave you. :) Thank GOD for the men that are able to help us get out of our own way! )
Hope everyone had a great Labor Day weekend. I did even though it doesn't sound like it!
Love you all! :)
