Today was one of those days. When you just want to go back to bed. But you can't - you have to suck it up and go about your day.
My headband totally gave me a headache. It seemed cute at home and really lame in the bathroom at work. Not worthy of a headache so I took that baby off and dealt with weird smooshed hair.
The stitching on the elastic band of my cute flats broke. So before I left work I did what any normal person would do, I grabbed the stapler off my desk and did my own quick "fix" to get me home. Sigh.
I got to daycare and planned to take the handicapped spot in hopes of avoiding extra steps and having staples stab my foot. Tuesday is just too early in the week to deal with blood.
Parked in the handicapped spot was a seemingly healthy, young woman sporting leggings, tall boots and taking her sweet time buckling in her child. It was obvious that she was parked there out of sheer laziness. I instantly hated her.
Maybe it was my headache. Or the fact I had to go to the bathroom insanely bad. Perhaps my despair over my shoe. Fear of the staples puncturing my flesh.
I like to think it was a combo of it all. I wanted to turn into Hulk or a WWE wrestler. I had crazy urges of running up to her and knocking her down, pulling her hair and calling her lazy. I'd dent in her car door with my super hero strength and run away and hide in my car.
Rest easy, none of this happened. I parked on the street and walked.
I must confess I took a picture of her car. Made me feel better, like I was going to send it to the police department and they'd stop over at her house and school her on how to be a good person...
Looking forward to a fresh start tomorrow. As for tonight, I'm sending myself to bed.