For those of y'all who don't know me that well, I am not a morning person...at all. If you have ever been around me in the morning (meaning before 11 or 1 depending on if its a weekend or not) then you know how I can be. When I wake up I will be in one of 3 moods:
1) The "Hermit" mood, I won't talk to you and you would have the best idea to probably not talk to me until I've had my tea or Dr. Pepper.
2) The "Suzy Mary Sunshine" mood, I most likely didn't sleep at all and am slightly hallucinating. Do NOT be surprised if I break into (Disney) song/children songs, complete with hand motions and choreography. I love everything and everyone (in a creepy over-loving way) and I let them know it. I remain this way until I crash at like 3pm, afterward I go into Hermit mood.
3) The "Crap I'm late!" mood. Kind of speaks for itself, basically I woke up late, and I'm running late. Easily Classified by: smudge mascara from the day before, sweat pants, glasses, a look of bewilderment, and most likely a chain of events where everything went wrong.
So, with that out of the way onto my life yesterday. I woke up Monday, the best day of the week (note: extreme sarcasm) in a "Crap! I'm late!" mood. So, being the smooth concise person I am, I jumped not out of but
across my bed. I am not a coordinated person and I ended up falling off my bed. Which was just the first domino in the effect that was my morning. Out of the house I run, sweats and flip flops into the arctic weather that encompasses Lynchburg in the wee hours of the morning now a days. By the time I got to my car, a total of 5 seconds outside, my toes were blue and my nose almost fell off from frostbite. When I reached my car I realized it was no longer a car, but an igloo.
Late, cold, and entrapped in ice I tried to figure a way out of my David Blaine-esque predicament. So, I turned on the heat which didn't help me at all because it was on defrost. 5 minutes later, still cold, even later, and now entrapped in a slushie I decided to just go for it I could kind of see out of my windows, what's the worse that could happen? Now, I am not the best driver in the world, and my friends would call that an understatement. My driveway is a basic straight shot down a steep hill and since I pulled into the driveway I was backing down the hill. I thought I was doing fine until I felt my car going backwards, involuntarily. By this time I was at the bottom of the hill and realized what had happened: I had gone off the driveway and into the ditch. Being the confident and wonderful driver I am I handled this with my usual calm demeanor: I stepped on the gas and brake simultaneously. Not realizing I had done this, I freaked when my tires spun and caused smoke to come around and in my car through the air vents. Then, I did what any normal 19 year old girl would do: I got my mommy. We traded places and while she calmly got my car out of the ditch, I shakily tried making Daph's pbj whilst smelling like I had been drag racing. After my car was safely back in her spot, and mom had dropped Daphne off at school we began to try to figure out what I did to my car.
Up until this point I had not realized I stepped on the gas and brakes because I was blocking it from my mind. Then mom got home and in typical Sweet Momma T fashion, helped me sort through it all and realize that all I had done was spin my tires and my car was not in fact going to combust. Although, it smelled like burnt rubber until this morning.
That even all in itself was like a giant domino landing and crushing all of the smaller dominoes of my day. They were still there, but that one domino overshadowed them.
Then, the day got better.
The sky turned blue, the earth warmed up, the birds sang, woodland creatures came out of the woods to help me clean and do my homework. All because of one thing: Panera. For those of you who just read this and are thinking "What is she on?" trust me. Go to Panera, get anything with a french baguette, a sweet tea, and a good friend and life looks better.
Moral of my Case of the Mondays: God and Panera can turn any day around. Actually, only God can, because lets face it God created Panera for "those" days.
