Happy Sunday...! It has to be, right? No trucks blowing up, no semi... sort of artists being hit by cars, or goofy slips with sharp implements sending those artist type people to the emergency room.
All in all, a good day that shall be called Sun.
Today started out a typical Sunday without my kids. Uneventful, tired, and yes... a little depressing. The creaks and pops of this artists bones were loud enough to keep me awake on my long walk to the bathroom.
I almost didn't recognize the face in the mirror, clean-ish shaved face and SHORT hair. "Oh yeah... the girl trimming my hair slipped", I said... yeah actually said it. I'm a little strange in the summer without 2 arguing children hogging the bathroom, forcing me speak like the warm hearted and understanding parent we ALL are at 6:00 am.
So there I am, in the shower, waking up as I realize how strange it is that I have NO HAIR thanks to the 18 year old girl that cut my hair at the men's hair place. (Apparently no girl with that much cleavage really needs to be good at anything... certainly not cutting hair) What can I really expect? A 16 dollar hair cut in a place that should have a 2 drink minimum... big surprise that I heard "OOPS" halfway through. Oh well...
So after I'm through with my failed attempt at waking up in the shower, I fumble with clothes which all look great, on some other person... somewhere... maybe. The logo of the company I work for embossed on the shoulder makes me feel more like a soldier for the mundane and much despised, than anyone giving customer service. If only the corporate sludge managing the company could actually care for their customers, maybe they could tolerate their employees. But hey, it's not all bad... I get to wear some cool shirts!
Armed with my cool "Girl repellent" shirt, sleepy and slightly punch drunk face, and my freshly "OOPS" cut quaff, I bound down the stairs and out the front door.
As the door slams shut behind me I realize that I have no boots on, I parked in the BACK of the house, and I left my keys on the kitchen table... besides that... a great start to the day.
Hidden key... oh right, I don't hide a key outside because I would NEVER lock myself out... again. As I break into my house (I've had a little practice getting into my houses without keys) I make a mental note to copy my house keys to give my neighbor, out loud to myself because there are no kids to explain myself to... bummer.The cat meows his disgust for me as I lace up my boots, grab my backpack that was also forgotten, and head for the back door... KEYS! Yes, turn around and grab the keys and I'm off. For real this time, out the front door... and then around the house to the back where I parked.
As I get into my car and make way toward work I realize, (second realization this morning) that when the kids aren't around for me to take care of... I'm lost. Not my mind, but my purpose. Putting my kids together with their big, freshly brushed toothy smiles, full stomachs, clean faces, and backpacks full of completed homework keeps ME together in the morning. Without that happy routine in the morning, when it's just me... I turn into Eric the zombie art wanna be guy.
Wow... at work already? Time to spend a little bit of my soul at work, to keep the machine at home running... even if it IS running in circles without the kids.
