However, it was too late of a night for Miss Erin, and of course, at the time, totally worth it. This morning however was dreadfully epic and I was close to death. Since I have started working I have never been hungover. I don't go out during the week and today was the exact reason why.
I realize that being hungover is never fun and that being hungover at work is worse. I'm not saying that it's any easier for people in other professions but allow me to paint a little picture of today....
Wake up and realize what I did to myself last night and that the only option was to face it. I had this brilliant idea last night that if I showered when I got home I could sleep a little longer this morning. So I did. The not having the shower this morning was stupid and was the beginning of the end of the rest of my day. So I throw something on, not even caring if it matches or not, brush my teeth, twice, decide makeup would not help me at this point and I could only end up hurting myself so I throw it in my bag along with my usual yogurt and head out. Now I am a yogurt girl. I eat it every day. Today, I should have taken a pass because when you feel like that, all your body really wants is a croissant with or without bacon and a big ass coffee. Two strikes and certainly not doing myself any favors.
I roll into work. Stagger is actually more like it. Pleased to learn that there are only 5 children today as opposed to the usual 8. Finally, a break. Thennnnn it started. The kids were all wide awake, full of energy and completely unsuspecting of me feeling like complete and utter, exactly what they had in their nappies.
Then we sang our songs, had snack and they started running around and playing and pulling their everyday antics of biting and hair pulling and bouncing all around, and my head is just spinning. Some of you fortunate souls reading this are lucky enough to sit at a desk when you feel like do-do butter and just look busy when someone important walks by. Others of you perhaps get to "work from home" and get a few more minutes or rest and multiple showers. As for me. No bloody chance in hell...which is exactly where I was today by the way.
It reminded me of that scene in the Grinch when he thought about Christmas and Whoville with all of the noise noise noise! That was me. I was the Grinch and they found every noise maker today and played it louder and banged it harder than ever.
This went on all morning. Then, we had the worst possible lunch ever, all vegetarian with polenta when again, my body was just begging for Chef Andreas usual overly salty meat and potatoes or pasta or rice curry or basically ANYTHING other than veggies and polenta which I am usually a fan of.
Then the best part of the day came. They napped. All of them. For an hour and a half. And guess what?! I did too. It was amazing and never happens that all of them are down at once. A kiss on the forehead from our forefathers.
Then they woke up.....
Outside play with bobbycars and balls all over the place and crying for not sleeping long enough and more running around, and me attempting not to loose my head or look at the clock.
Then it happened....the last possible thing I needed to have happen to me today. I had my phone up on the table and one of these little Who's snuck up onto the chair, slid across, snagged my phone and just as I realized they were on the chair, down goes my phone and smashes on the floor.
Fuuuuuucckkkkkkkk.
You're kidding me.
Yes, I realize it could have been a kid, but it wasn't and it was my phone and now it's shattered and I'm still hungover or tired and agitated and still have two hours to go. I didn't even have the energy to cry or me as upset as I would have been if not for this buffer of emotional withdrawal today. Thankfully I have insurance and it was a phone, not a kid.
So now, I am on my way home and it's raining and I won't feel bad about some long awaited noodles and maybe a movie, definitely a shower and early bedtime.
I'm happy the Fourth of July only comes once a year, because the fifth is a b***h!
:)
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