Bad Case

So I wrote this blog a couple weeks ago about the start of my day and never posted it. Anyway, Today I went to Arctic Circle to fulfill some of my fatness desires due to a bad day and figured I might as well post it and let people know what us girls go through every once in a while....


The alarm went off from across the room annoyingly as it always does at 6:30 AM. Yes, I am one of those people who has to set 3-5 alarm clocks just to get out of bed. It started out as 1 when I was in middle school, but as the years added on, so have the alarm clocks and number of times I hit snooze every morning. At first, I would hit snooze and slowly wake myself up for those 9 minutes while I waited for it to sound again. It worked for a year... maybe even two. When I reached high school it started to change yet again. Arms flying out from underneath the covers to the night stand searching for the snooze button with eyes closed was the routine for the next year or so. The snooze button would get pushed, now, 2 times before getting out of bed. By the time I was a senior, I had set the alarm clock across the room and would STILL hit snooze 3 times and jump back into bed after each just to catch a little more zzzzzzz's. As of recent, I just have 3 alarm clocks set and dispersed throughout my room. Snooze gets punched about 5 times on each clock. Wow! I just realized that! What is it going to be like when I reach 80? My poor husband! Hopefully he will be the same way (ha!). Anyway, back to my story. This morning the alarm went off and after hitting the button 5 times (actually, I think it may have been 6 today) I slowly dragged myself out of bed. It was light outside and had obviously slept in way too long. I made my way to the shower pushing myself to hurry since it is a Monday and all. I just couldn't get it together.

I worked out really hard during the weekend which left my body exhausted and wanting to use that extra sleep in hopes to repair the damage and rejuvenate my over-worked muscles. I was drained! Racing to the shower in hopes to make it on time for work, I jumped in and began to feel the affects of the late snack I had the night before. Apparently it didn't settle too well in my stomach and caused my motor skills to slow. Of course, I'm running even more late! Upon getting dressed I realize she came! That monthly pest that us girls all know and love. Darn her! But bless her soul at the same time for giving us the ability to have children.

I scrambled around the room trying my best to get my act together, then I spot them! My favorite pair of jeans! Yes, they had been dirty for a while and unable to be worn due to my busy week and unavailability to wash clothes. Yes! I was so excited to slip them on. They smelled so good like the morning of a hot summer breeze. Okay, so maybe it was the laundry detergent, but still they smelled divine! I slip them on noticing a little snuggness as I pull them over my hips. "This is weird" I thought to my myself, "they weren't this snug last time I wore them". The little jig started, you know, the one you use to ease them up. Well, apparently that didn't work this time. During the little frustrated wiggle came the sound of a tear... not just any small tear. It was gianormous! In fact, so big they are beyond subtle fixing. Sad...

Here is what I have to deal with now...


Now I have to patch them!