I changed my clothes twice this morning before opting for a much cuter third choice. I rationed that this Moan-day was going to be a rough one, so perhaps it was best to at least look cuter than I’d be feeling. So I walked to my dress closet (not as fancy as it may sound as it’s mostly filled with empty boxes) in my black leggings and pulled out the never-been worn black tutu-like dress, threw a black cardigan over top, black ankle boots, and completed with a front-braided ponytail…and TA-DA!
Despite the exhaustion that is still seeping through my entire body- from my little Alfalfa hairs to my tippy toes- I really did think that the outfit would provide a mood booster. Perhaps even some good luck. No such luck. Today was brutal. And that’s all I’m going to say.
I forced myself to head straight to the gym after the commute back to the neighbor, and ran before my 1-hour spinning class. While the stress dripped out of my pores, I couldn’t relax and even had a mini-panic attacked during class. Oh well, I survived and the workout definitely helped; however, I hate to say it but today’s brutality may very well continue into tomorrow. Maybe another cute outfit is in store. Actually any outfit that is clean will do. Note: I need to do laundry.
Good night, kids! Hope you had a better Moan-day than me.