Just Another Morning

The holidays do not stress me out. I share a pretty cool mom who takes very good care of us, so I literally can go home with the clothes on my back and be totally set. However, now that my sister is going Violet Beauregarde on me I don’t think I’ll be sharing clothes with her anytime soon. Regardless, we are totally taken care of and this makes my Christmas much less stressful.

That being said, I’ve been a mental mess lately. My schedule has been insane. My workload is heavy. And I’m about to check myself into mental rehab. Or go to Cabo, whichever is cheaper. I am not 100% complaining. But I am prepping you. Because in order to fully understand my little situation this morning, you must realize I am a wreck.

After going through my pile of clean/semi dirty clothes on the floor I came up with a pretty decent outfit for the day. I decided to compliment this outfit with a pair of zip up boots. Now, the boots are about a half size too small for me anyways, but when I put them on this morning they felt extra tight. And uncomfortable. Like I was in Geisha training or something. Powering through the pain in the name of beauty I went along with my morning. I chalked this sudden misfit of footwear up to my recently discovered gray hairs, as I do with everything that now looks, bigger, fatter, flabbier, or less Gisele like.

However, walking was a challenge too. It was awkward and made me feel extremely dizzy.

I am sure you’re all a little more intelligent than I, and have by now realized I had my shoes on the wrong feet. My only saving grace was that the live in had already left for work, and I avoided rounds of teasing. Or so I thought.

I love my work family almost as much as I love my real family. So, I made the mistake of telling them this story too. There was quite a bit of laughter to say the least. And, if that wasn’t bad enough someone who was only partially listening asked me how old I was when this happened to me. Well – it was THIS morning, so that’d make me about 28. I do believe she peed her pants from laughing so hard.

Maybe my mom can write a big L and R on the soles of my shoes while I am home…