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I woke up before the alarm and groaned.  Today of all days when I could actually sleep in a little, of course I’m awake even earlier than usual.  I decide not to be too upset, at least I don’t have to go to work!  I’m off today, a rare vacation day for which nothing specific has been planned.  I’m actually off because hubby has work stuff to do after work today and my son needs to get to a hockey practice and then my daughter needs to get to a hockey practice so I offered to take a day to do that.

But all of that running around stuff doesn’t start until later this afternoon, which means I’ve had time to do things.  Any kind of things I want. And this is what I’ve done:

1) drop the kids at school and spend five minutes pawing through the lost and found bin looking for my son’s missing hat.  I’m pretty sure it won’t be in there but I had some time and decided to give it a shot.  The entire time I’m sorting through the piles of stuff, I just kept thinking of the moms out there who are, right in that moment, looking through their house for said missing item.  After having already asked their child ten times where it is and throwing up their hands in exasperation over “why can’t you just bring your sweater home with you??”  I totally get it sister, I’m right there with you.  And really, in this day and age don’t you think the whole lost and found thing can be digitized at least a little bit?  Take a picture of the item and post it on the school website so we don’t have to stick our hands down to the bottom of a crazy bin on wheels and get whacked on the head with the heavy wooden lid?  Just a thought.

2) go to the grocery store to get margarine.  Walk up and down the aisles somewhat aimlessly pulling one of those baskets on wheels which, incidentally, were a great invention.  Pick up a few things we don’t really need (what can I say – I have a craving for cinnamon buns) and a few things that we do and headed to the check out.  Then realize I forgot the margarine.  Really?  I don’t know why I’m surprised, it happens almost every time.  Run to the back corner of the store where the margarine is – of course it’s literally as far away from the checkout as is physically possible, I never forget something that’s close by – and run back in time to pay.  Spend a minute contemplating how winded I am after such a short run but decide that’s a thought for another day.

3) realize I have 15 minutes to kill before the library opens so I head to Tim Hortons to grab a tea from the drive through.  Make a witty comment to the lady working the cash about the holiday cups now being available.  Momentarily congratulate myself for successfully making a witty comment.

4) go to the library and just miss getting the last free parking spot out front.  Decide that today is my day and I’m not going to let things like that get me down.  Pull into the other lot and pay for 30 minutes of parking and head inside with my bag of books to return and my cup of tea.  Spend a blissful 15 minutes browsing through the magazines and the movies and the CDs, spending a little more time than I should admit contemplating whether I should borrow the Depeche Mode greatest hits album (I decided no and then regret it as soon as I get home).  Remember I was going to pick up some Christmas books while I was there.  Spend another 15 minutes browsing through the Christmas books before realizing my 30 minutes of parking has now expired and I’m probably getting a ticket right now.  Run to the automated checkout (why is there so much running today?) grabbing eight items from the hold shelf and realizing the book bag I brought is going to be horribly inadequate.  Get the books all checked out, and squash as much stuff into the bag as I can, carefully balancing the others in one arm while being incredibly careful not to spill my tea which I have not yet finished. This is probably why they’re not too keen on people who bring beverages to the library.  Note to self for next time – get the tea AFTER the library.  Make it out the door without spilling a single drop and have just enough time to feel very proud of myself before I dump the remaining contents of my cup down the front of my jacket.  Oh well, at least I didn’t get any on the books!  And it’s my day; things like this don’t bother me on my day.

5) home to do a bit of work around the house and in the backyard.  Finally put the garden to bed after weeks of staring out the window telling myself that I really have to do it.  Take a minute to enjoy standing in the middle of the yard on a Thursday morning without anything else to do.  Cut back the dead plants and think about what a wonderful gardener I am.  Momentarily wonder if I’ve actually cut the plants back too far which means I’ve actually just killed them.  Decide not to think about that today, because today is my day.

5) decide I’ve worked very hard so far and it’s time for lunch.  Heat up some minestrone soup which isn’t great but it’s not chicken noodle which is what I usually have to eat when the kids are here so I am thankful for that.  I finish the soup and contemplate how many candies I can reasonably take out of the bin of leftover Halloween candy without anyone noticing.  Decide that number is probably five and am satisfied with that.

6) sit my butt down on the couch and watch the episode of The Good Wife that I recorded from last week and, not for the first time, hate Julianna Margulies just a little bit for her perfectly coiffed eyebrows and her ability to wear fabulous colours of lipstick.  But it’s the nice kind of hate because of course I also 100% love her, in the same way you love your best friend but also hate her a little because she has better hair than you do.

7) breath.  I haven’t had time all week to even sit and take a breath so I’m going to do that now.  I’m going to do that for the next hour before it’s time to think about gathering together hockey equipment and trying not to forget the bag of pucks and the water bottles and the 10,000 other things to stuff in the back of my van.  Breath and lay my head down and love the fact that today, at least for part of it, was my day.

And I have loved every minute of it.

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i am annoyed

For the last couple of weeks everything is annoying to me.  I can’t seem to get out of this funk and everyone and everything around me seems to have been put there specifically to tick me off.

I’m sure I haven’t been a lot of fun to be around.  Although please, whatever you do, don’t mention to me that I seem annoyed because that will make you even more annoying to me, thereby increasing my general level of annoyance.  It’s a vicious cycle.

I am annoyed that Tim Hortons no longer carries sesame seed bagels.  Apparently there’s no room left on the bagel shelf now that they’ve introduced “speciality” bagels, one of which is a jalepeno asiago mozzerella bagel.  Are you kidding me?  Are there actually people who order one of those alongside their morning coffee?  Is it a bagel or a new appetizer dip from Kelsey’s?  All I want is a regular sesame seed bagel – nothing fancy, nothing crazy, nothing with two different kids of cheese on top, just a sesame seed bagel.  But now when I ask for one the person behind the counter rolls their eyes and tells me they don’t carry that kind of bagel anymore and I then, in turn, make loud sighing noises, groan a few times, and take at least five minutes choosing something else.

I am annoyed.

I am annoyed that no one seems to remember the rules of a four-way stop.  Four-way stop: it’s right there in the name.  EVERYONE HAS TO STOP.  Not slow down, not roll, STOP.  And there is an actual system in place to determine who gets to go next.  That system is not ‘the person with the biggest car gets to go first’ or ‘if I pretend I don’t see you then I have the right of way.’  The other day I almost gave a rude gesture to an older gentleman who had obviously forgotten the rules.  I say ‘almost’ because I went to wave my arm at him but I didn’t realize the window was rolled up and ended up cracking my wrist on the glass.

I am annoyed.

I am annoyed that my cat will only drink water out of the bathroom sink, while the water is running.  Apparently he only likes a fresh stream of water that is actually coming out of the tap right before his eyes.  That dish of water in the kitchen?  That’s just for chumps.  Every day I get to brush my teeth with my cat’s tongue licking the water as I try to avoid spitting toothpaste on his head.

I am annoyed.

Speaking of toothpaste, I am annoyed that all kid’s toothpastes are made only in florescent colours.  That means I get to spend way too much of my time scraping congealed pink and green blobs from the bathroom sink, the surrounding counter top and the mirror.  We live in a world filled with amazing inventions but not clear toothpaste?  Really?  How have we not invented that yet?

I am annoyed.

I am annoyed that people walk so slowly.  Seriously, don’t you have somewhere to be? Anywhere?  If you’re lost, move over to the side and figure out where you need to be.  If you can’t walk at a reasonable speed in 3-inch heels, leave them at home and wear some flats.  If someone sent you an e-mail, move over to the side and read it.  Unless you’re Barack Obama or Warren Buffett, I’m pretty sure the e-mail can wait for 30 seconds.  Give it a try or I’m going to rip that phone out of your hands and throw it into the obscene line at Freshii and then you’ll never find it.  And why do people line up at Freshii anyway?  It’s just salad people, wake up!  It’s lettuce and chick peas, that’s it, and they just charged you $9 for it.  I realize that you get to fill out your order on a nifty little clipboard but it’s still just salad!

I am annoyed.

I am annoyed at people who pull briefcases on wheels through Union Station at rush hour.  Are you really telling me that you have so much stuff in there that you can’t just pick it up and carry it?  Do you not realize that they are a total safety hazard and that you just tripped five people behind you while you go on your merry way, oblivious to the chaos you leave in your wake?

I am annoyed.

I am annoyed that complete strangers feel the need to comment on items in my grocery cart.  Yes, I know that the other kind of Mini-Wheats is on sale.  Yes, I know that canned soup has a lot of sodium.  Yes, I know that I shouldn’t leave my purse unattended in my shopping cart and I’m sorry that your friend had her purse stolen from this very same grocery store.  Thank you for all of your input but the last time I looked, I don’t think I know you so you can keep your two cents to yourself.  Now can you get out of my way, you’re blocking the chocolate bars and I desperately need a Kit Kat?  Yes, I do know how many calories are in a Kit Kat.  Thanks.

I am annoyed.

I am annoyed because being annoyed keeps my mind off the bigger things; the things that I don’t want to think about.

Being annoyed is easier.

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