It is not Sunday

When my alarm went off at 4 I thought groggily no I don’t work until 10 I can sleep later. Next time I looked it was 6:04 and I was awake. I got up put the kettle on and brushed my hair. Puttered over to the couch and settled into my spot.

I was doing a Google talk to text for my bff and as I am talking I am thinking about my day yesterday. And wait did I not…..I pulled down the top of the cell and stared at the date and time. And Day.

It was not Sunday.

It was Saturday. And I was working at 7 a.m.

I flew. Had less than a quarter of my coffee before I was out the door. I arrived at work with 9 minutes to spare. Only a little discombobulated.

I spent the day signing people up for the new Scene+ program that we are rolling out at work.

I am now ensconced on the couch, coffee in hand watching Designing Miami on Netflix.

I now know that tomorrow is Sunday. The day when I start at 10 not 7. A day that I will get to enjoy my morning coffee. 🙂

Sept. 24/22

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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

9 thoughts on “It is not Sunday”

  1. Hahaha excellent – l have days like that also, thankfully l don’t have to rush around like a lunatic anymore. BUT, when l was working for corporate l was often so tired especially during my days as banquet chef that they all rolled into one so l never really knew what day it was.

    Maybe a small sign somewhere that says Dude! Today is …..

    🙂

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