It's one of those slightly "off" Monday's. The kind of day where you can't get started or you need to redo things. I've changed my shirt three times this morning before I even got out the door.
The first shirt bit the dirty laundry pile when I decided to pull some very obvious weeds while Murphy was doing his morning ablutions. Somehow I managed to embed mud on the front of the shirt.
The second shirt developed splotches of oatmeal when I got to close to Riley when she was eating. I don't know if it was the waving of her Dora spoon filled to capacity with oatmeal or her hands which seemed to contain the same amount of said oatmeal. I probably could have washed it off if I had grabbed a cloth instead of a paper towel. The paper towel being some brand of recycled stuff leaves a trail of paper crumbs which mingle with the oatmeal and refuse to just wipe off.
I put the third shirt on as I was going out the door to my Mystery Book Club meeting, at the library. I thought I was safe. The lid leaked, on my coffee and I dribbled down the front of my shirt.
The book discussion was great despite my sloppy appearance. Thankfully, most of the regulars can't see that well. I am making an assumption here since there is always a mad rush, at the end of the meeting, for the large print books.
I did my grocery shopping at the market/garden center, Brennens. I was eyeing their BIG PLANT SALE sign but didn't really see perennials on half off. I'll wait for the table with the saddest looking plants on it and a "barely free" sign before I buy anything, now. They'll go in the garden box to be helped along for serious planting, next year.
Tomorrow is my Art Quilt/ Mixed Media catch up meeting. This one is held at the library and is mostly for show and tell and catch up on what people have been doing. The workshop one will be held later on this month, in my studio. I have nothing for show and tell, except some dirty shirts.
I am forced to clean off the top of my table adjacent, to the computer table. I have piled things on top of each other until this morning, the topmost item started a downward slide bringing everything under it, with it.
OR, Louie who jumps around on that table top just gave the whole mess a kick, just for the heck of it.
I think I am probably short on sleep. What on earth can the birds have to chatter about, at this late day, at 4:15 in the morning. It's like an instant alarm. There are discussion going on all over, outside my window. I could understand it when the kids needed to be fed but, hey, everybody has left the nest, what's going on?
So, it's decided, I need a mid-day nap. The mess on the floor by the computer can wait, the laundry can wait, Murphy and Louie and I will trundle off to bed for twenty minutes and see if this day can be saved.
:)Bea Who apparently is going to create in her dreams.