Some days it is best to stay indoors. I have been pushing myself with long hours and walking an hour a day, enjoying this latest cycle of feeling like my old self. But this morning when I awoke to get Brian off to school I knew my adrenals were failing. I decided to stay home, pull out my favorite blanket, read my books and sleep. Exhaustion has set in.
It was a wonderfully relaxing day until I heard my phone vibrate. I went searching for it and found I missed 8 phone calls - two from my mother. Seems I forgot the Democratic Club Christmas Dinner last night. Brian and I were to meet her there, and I completely spaced it from my mind. However, it is just as well since Brian had a book report, his math homework and a health test to complete. It took him all afternoon - until 8:30pm, so we couldn't have gone anyways. This of course, is not how my mother sees it. An apology is never enough as she drags out her most guilt ridden cliché "Well I won't ever do that again"! She has said this about Christmas Eve, traveling with me and my brother, dinner invitations and so forth. I just end the call since this type of guilt parenting pisses me off to no end and I am not about to fight with my mother before Christmas.
It was funny because at about the time Brian and I should have been there last night, we were discussing some questions on his three page health quiz. The conversation rolled around to PMS, and me having to explain it to him (ironically I am pmsing). So I tell him that it is a day where women have these varying symptoms before their time of the month, one being irritability like I was yesterday. (I had snapped at him twice). Just like a kid, without missing a beat he responds "So how long does it last???" "For me, one day" I respond with a laugh. "Relieved?" I ask. "Yeh, but it would be nice if you picked a day I was at dad's house".
After the call I returned to my comfy spot on the couch with my book and fell asleep. I slept all day until my x brings Brian home at 4pm. I realize I need to shop for some groceries and tell him I am running to the grocery store. Now mind you, I am in sweats and my hair is pulled up on top of my head - no make up. Have I not learned from my past shopping experiences?
I think not.
I was racing through the store towards the produce section and as I start to come upon this guy, I glance away because I think, 'Why do I always see cute men when I look like shi*?' For some reason I glance back, he smiles. I decide to risk flashing a big smile back and hope there was no food in my teeth. As he passes to my left he comments, "Wow, you are sure a pretty thing". I was stunned for another 8 steps before I could choke out a thank you at his back. I could have kissed him to death for bestowing such a kind thought at that moment. It was a pure Christmas gift. In the spirit of the 12 days of Christmas ... one wonderful compliment.
I pay for my groceries and was about to cross into the parking lot when the vibration of of a loud la-bamba sounding truck approaches my right. Irritated at the noise I look in at the driver...thinking it is some teenager...but no...
it's Oscar.
I whisper, 'shi*' under my breath and literally grab my groceries from the cart and RUN to my truck. There was no way in hell I was going to be forced to see him and ruin the glow left from the stranger in the store. I swear I run into Oscar at this grocery store EVERY time after one of my rest days. It is like some old date-freak karma.
He looked straight at me - I wonder if he saw through his rear-view mirror my mad panicked dash to my truck and the sound of burning rubber as I raced out of the parking lot. Do I have to drive to Nevada to do my grocery shopping??
No, I'd probably run into Brad there...
Until next time-
C
