Anne Boleyn

After the tire fiasco at the beginning of this week, I managed to sleep, that really intense, dead-to-the-world sleep, until the ripe hour of 8:30 a.m. this morning without so much as stirring once. The only reason I woke up then at all was because my mother brought something upstairs and startled me awake my yelling "you're still here?!"

I am officially feeling like one of Henry VIII's wives this week. Not just any old divorcée either, but rather like one of the headless ones.

You see, 8:30 a.m. is when I am supposed to be at work. Dear iPhone's battery died sometime during the night, thus rendering my alarm incapacitated. I frantically threw things out of my purse, looking for my phone charger, plugged it in and called my boss to let him know the situation.

After a quick shower and clothes selection, I started grabbing seemingly everything I needed to walk out the door. I couldn't find my Aggie ring, but saw my diamond band sitting on my night stand, put it on, threw on a black jacket over my gray dress, grabbed a Yoplait and ran out the door. I was at work before 9:45 a.m. with my big sunglasses and hair in a damp bun. Cuuute.

I had a message on my phone at ten from my mother, first asking if I had left my head somewhere, and telling me that the gym called, and that someone had turned in my Aggie ring to the front desk this morning. I left in my locker last night after leaving the session with my Pilates instructor. This ring, while technically replaceable, really isn't at all. I worked and studied and tested for hours to get that ring- it represents the pinnacle of my college education. And I left it in a gym locker because I was checking my voicemail. At least there are still honest people in the world.

I ran out quickly in the middle of the day to pick up lunch from Pei Wei, and while rifling through my purse, realized I forgot my wallet at home. While searching for my phone charger, I must have discarded it onto the floor with the rest of my life and brain functions. I had loose cash in my bag, so I was fine, but still. I don't think that Josh at Pei Wei would have settled for an IOU.

When will it end?! My mom is attributing it to the volume I have been traveling, which was the perfect time to tell her that I have to go to Chicago on Monday and Tuesday of next week for a meeting.

I don't think I have to make up an excuse to get a massage and do as I wish all weekend. There might be a stiff martini thrown in for good measure, and I don't even drink martinis, it's just been that kind of week.

The silver lining is that I was able to take everything in stride. I got to a place where nothing bothered me and I was not frustrated with myself, because it is wasted energy to live any other way. I may have been a royal screw-up all week, but that is no reason why tomorrow cannot be a good day.

Though, it is Friday the 13th... oy vey.

"I went to sleep with gum in my mouth and now there's gum in my hair..."
-Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, by Judith Viorst