Sunday is usually my favorite day of the week. I either laze around most of the day preparing myself for the upcoming work week, watching mindless television, or my favorite summer time activity, laying in the pool for hours on end, or I busy myself getting all my weekly tasks done so I don't have to worry about anything during the week. Today I decided to make it a busy day, mostly because of the unseasonably cool weekend we're having in the Flint Hills, (68 degrees, grey, cloudy, and rainy the last week of July, in Kansas, unheard of!). I had big boring tasks to tackle today and I was ready, or so I thought.
I started off my morning spilling hot coffee on myself. This happens all to frequently, if I wasn't so addicted to my coffee I'd give it up for fear of covering my body in third degree burns on a regular basis. Next I decided to start getting around for the day (had to get out of my coffee stained pj's anyway), and the first thing I almost always do is put my contacts in. I have terrible eyesight. Terrible. I can't see six inches in front of my face without my contacts or glasses, and I'm not a huge fan of wearing my glasses for longer than a couple hours at a time, mostly because they slip off my nose and sit crooked on my face and I haven't taken the time to get them adjusted. For some reason this morning while I was washing my contact to put in, I forgot to close the drain. I wash my contacts every morning. I close the drain every morning. This morning, I didn't, and my contact fell right down the drain and washed away. Needless to say I was furious with myself! I contemplated for a solid 5 minutes taking the drain apart to try and fish out my contact, but I finally decided that would likely end poorly for me, and I just wasn't willing to tempt my luck further today.
After making peace (barely) with the fact I'm going to be rocking glasses the next few days, I got started with some of my tasks for the day. While cleaning my bedroom and trying to organize my space, I got hit in the head with a storage bin full of blankets, sheets, and pillows while trying to put it up in my closet, I stepped on the point of a tack that had fallen on the floor in my bare feet, and I'm fairly certain I swallowed a giant dust bunny while clearing out a stack of magazines by the side of my night stand.
After coming to the very sane realization my home was out to get me, I decided it would be safer to take on my out of home tasks for the day, which included a trip to Aldi's for groceries. I don't know how many of you have shopped at Aldi's, but you have to put in a quarter to get a shopping cart. I don't mind this at all. The groceries are very reasonable, and when you put your cart back you get your quarter back. The last couple times I've gone there I've left my quarter in the cart so the next person can use it for free. As I'm walking up to Aldi's, glasses falling off my face, tripping on my shoestring, a very friendly looking lady is getting ready to return her cart by spies me first. In my mind, I'm thinking, this is the very break I need in this day that's fighting me at every move, this lady took one look at my disheveled self digging around in my bag for a quarter and is going to take pity on me and give me her cart, how nice of her! The woman proceeds to walk up to me, offers me her cart with a lovely smile on her face, I'm feeling very grateful for this small act of kindness, and then she sticks out her hand demanding a quarter. I gave her the stupid quarter, but I still left one in the cart when I returned it for the next person having a Sunday Un-Funday.