Peak

I didn't sleep well last night; couldn't talk myself into going to bed, a sure sign of emotional discomfort, and when I awoke at the standard 90 minute mark I stayed up awhile, queasy. As a result, today has been slow and unproductive, relatively.

In the morning, I had to work a bit right off the bat, then my eldest was late for school because he forgot to do his homework over the 4 day weekend. After dropping him off, pedestrians shouted at me to "slow down". I checked my speedometer, and I wasn't speeding. I turned around to chat with them, but my protests fell on smug ears. Since little gets under my skin as effectively as false or unjust accusations, it was difficult to get it out of my thoughts, even as I proceeded to have a poke-y, scrape-y visit to the dentist - my gums still hurt.

Tuna and noodles for lunch with the boys was followed by a frustrating session of work in the afternoon. Cancelled soccer practice tonight because of how few kids I had coming out, and because, frankly, I just didn't feel up to it. There is some small comfort in the fact that this is the first cancellation of a season practically over.

Since we were out of bread, and since the lads requested ginger ale for their upset stomachs I went grocery shopping with the new found time. The store was startlingly filled with attractive and unique dark-haired individuals, as though some sort of trendy night-club had let out into a wormhole causing the patrons to show up 8 hours earlier, and 30 blocks over. I enjoyed a weariness-limited appreciation of the show as I gathered my items, then made my way home, where I slump now, before the keyboard typing this exact sentence.