The sound of sleet lulled me to bed last night. I set my alarm earlier than usual in anticipation of another mess. I mentally prepared myself for the inevitable, thick sheet of ice that would no doubt blanket my vehicle in the a.m.
Schick, Schick, Schick. I listen from underneath my covers, as B scrapes the ice off of his windshield. It goes on for so long that I think he must have moved on to my vehicle. Groaning as I anticipate the alarm sounding any second. I curl into a fetal position and try to think about good things. “It’s not Monday. I have no obligations after work today. Surely, this ice storm is the end of winter…” The alarm blast interrupts my train of thought and once again I groan, but this time, I know I have to get up. I drag my feet to the linen closet and grab out a towel and washcloth. I sleepwalk to the shower and turn the water on to a nice, steamy hot. Halfway through the shower I am alert and trying to fight off any negative thoughts. Still they try their best to steal their way in. After dressing and attending to Mr. Sugarbears, I unlock the door to warm the car. “Crap.” My car is encased in ice. I begin the task of scraping the ice while the car struggles to warm. I pray the vehicle has enough time for the seat warmers to do their job. The gray sky and cold weather are not helping my mood.
Once at work I realize that 90% of my co-workers have called in that they will be late. “Dang it.”
I’m just over it. Like many, I am just over the cold. Over the ice. Over the school closings. Over it.
For this, I feel a little like as &^%$. Even my bible study was cancelled, postponed and cancelled again this month. Just a few weeks ago we had a beautiful day. I spent the day cleaning off the screened-in porch, cleaning out pots and prepping the yard for a little spring love. I’m just ready for a change. It’s time for the season to change.
At lunch I trekked through the parking lot to my car, drove home to heat up soup and zoned out on the TV for twenty minutes. Gray still. I have the blahs. I struggle with my customer service skills all afternoon. At the end of the work day, I walk out to a teaser pink and gray sky. The setting sun gives me a pinch of what I need. I decide that we must have Brinner. For those of you who don’t know the slang, it’s breakfast for dinner. I make a large pan of sausage and eggs, a pot of cheesy grits and cinnamon toast in the oven. As the smell of dinner cooking softens my mood, I see the day’s mail on the kitchen island. How had I overlooked the bright pink packaging? Ahhhhh, my Birchbox arrived. I continue to whisk the grits and stir the sausage and eggs, all the while distracted by the box. Finally, brinner is ready and I prepare our plates. Before I dig in, I grab the scissors and open the package. My eyes are immediately drawn to the Ghirardelli package, it’s a new flavor, Cherry Tango with dark chocolate and tangy cherries. Yummy. Next I pick up the bottle of Detangler and then the tinted moisturizer. The perfume sample is described as sparkling cherry blossom with romantic vanilla and musk. That sounds delicious. I’d like to spray that taste into my mouth. Lastly, there is some nice body lotion and some fancy, sugar-free mints. I can’t wait to try it all, but my plate is waiting for me. B has started a nice fire while I have been cooking and I long to sit in front of it. I devour my brinner and soak in the warmth from the fire. In the background, Johnny Swimm is playing. I can’t help but smile. My grin grows larger and larger. It took all day, but my mojo is coming back. It all started with a little sunshine from the mailbox.
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