After less than five hours sleep, I dragged myself out of bed this morning to get ready for church. Absolute determination and a large cup of coffee got me started. I didn’t feel like going, but I did and was happy about it. I always feel better when I go to church.
I think that’s the way it’s supposed to work.
Later, back at home, the caffeine wore off and I was very tired. It was all I could do to stay awake. Finally, with dinner almost ready, I put it on hold and flopped on my bed with my pillow, a thin blanket and Liza, my cat.
I rarely nap. But today, I did. And it felt good! I’m always sleep deprived. Only thing was, it didn't last long enough. Only 30 minutes. It made me feel worse. But I summoned the determination once more and off to the kitchen I went to finish dinner for Mr. H. and me.
Mr. H. is so helpful. He came in to set the table and then sat down to keep me company while I finished.
I’m always a little clumsy in the kitchen but it seemed worse than usual today. I kept spilling and dropping things.
But I kept my “cool” until I reached into the bottom cabinet for a can of something or other and dropped it. When it tumbled to the floor hitting Liza’s water bowl on the way down and splashed water all over me and the kitchen floor; I’m pretty sure the temper fit I pitched wiped out all the good that going to church had done for me.
When things like this happen, something stupid always escapes my mouth. Never fails!
“Cans shouldn’t be placed on top of each other like that," I shrieked. “It’s too easy for them to topple out of the cabinet and hit the dog’s water bowl!”
Wiping up the water on the floor, I glanced at Mr. H. and saw that his lips were curling up at the corners. I realized my mistake.
“And don’t you dare laugh!” I said angrily. “I meant to say dog’s bowl.”
After a few seconds of stilted silence, we both broke into laughter. I suddenly felt much better and we sat down to eat dinner.
I really should get more sleep. I'll start tomorrow.