“How are you, Megan?”
“ooookay-eh” I squeaked out. “Well, not really. I’m 15 minutes late, fighting a cold, the roads are awful, I think I forgot to eat breakfast. Oh, I forgot my lunch.”
The day went downhill from there.
By 8 am, I had woken up late, realized I was losing my voice, discovered my hair was dirty and needing washing, had a raging sinus-cold headache and then left 5 minutes later than normal…the night after it snowed 3 unexpected inches.
My morning was not the best.
By the time I got to work, I was 15 minutes late (but not the latest!), hadn’t eaten breakfast and had left my lunch on the counter.
My coworkers declared it a Case of the Mondays. They don’t know the half of it.
Throughout the day, more than one person asked me just where I was headed – as I seemed to be walking in circles. “Did you need something from me?”
“uuuum. Maybe. Or maybe from your neighbor. Just a moment…I’ll remember.” <—that’s a sentence from me, not a real human today.
Around 10 am, I took a break and signed into Facebook – only to discover that it’s MY LITTLE SISTER’S BIRTHDAY!! I had no idea. Yesterday, she said something about a birthday celebration, and I distinctly remember thinking, “Oh, good – now I have her husband’s birthday. I should write this down!”
Which I didn’t, unfortunately, but I doubt looking at a calendar would have helped my foggy mind.
Finally, I decided to do some good with my day and give my Secret Santa gift. I reached into the bag and discovered that instead of some chocolate and a box of special dried fruit, I had actually packed three kinds of chocolate and a box of CHAI TEA. Darn my stupified mind.
None of that really mattered, though, since this is the point that I realized people like to wrap Secret Santa gifts. Not this girl. I hadn’t brought a card, note, tape, tissue, box, bag, ribbon or anything slightly festive (unless you count the box of Chai tea she had no interest in receiving). I asked the receptionist if she had any extra wrapping paper on hand, and she gave me two plain white sheets. Which I then wrapped around my bar of chocolate and stapled it into a poofy bow, adding a post-it note wishing her a Happy Monday! Somebody needed to be happy, anyway.
I found a box of soup in my bag, along with honey, and three boxes of tea. So miserable and stumbling though I was, I suppose I didn’t actually starve. Also – cake and cookies became a staple.
It could have been worse. But really? I stapled white tissue paper around a gift I didn’t mean to give, showed up late, froze all day, felt miserable and generally gave up on life.
Wishing you no Mondays with which to compare.