I’m just going to start this post by saying that I threw the mother of all hissy fits last night. I pouted. I threw a dishtowel. I even went so far as to warn the dog that if he didn’t stop acting so very dog-ish he would swiftly find himself sleeping in his crate for the rest of the evening.
I was a nightmare.
Now, all this came to pass not because Wes said something mean, or because I crashed my car (again), or realized that IHOP is shutting its doors (It’s not, thank goodness. I don’t know what I would do if IHOP closed down, but it would probably involve a French toast binge and buckets of hot chocolate).
No, all this huss and fuss was the result of nefarious snowflakes descending rapidly from the sky the night before I was able to go back to work for the first time in two and half weeks.
We had no warning. The evening started off fine. Wes and I made creamy chicken enchiladas for dinner, we whipped up some chocolate chip cookies for dessert, we watched some of the first season of Weeds (which is hilarious, by the way) but when I looked outside and saw snow falling I was inconsolable.
How could this happen? I demanded of my husband. Of all the days during my enforced vacation, how could it start snowing heavily the night before I got to return to work? Soooo evil are the weathermen. Soooo getting back at me for my post about how they’re no longer considered scientists.
Luckily, all my histrionics were for naught because the morning dawned slushy and warm and all the snow disappeared as quickly as it appeared last night. Perhaps it sensed my keen desire for vengeance and knew that terrible things would befall it should it decide to make its home on my driveway and street again (Then again, that’s completely ridiculous because what harm can you reasonably inflict upon snow? Blow upon it to make it melt? Sprinkle it with table salt? Built crude snowmen?)
All this to say, today was my first day back at work and thank goodness for that! I worked like a radioactive tree frog and the day absolutely flew by. The sad thing is, after about two hours of working I felt tired. I felt like I’d just exercised too much and I’m pretty sure the reason why is that my brain has atrophied from lack of use. Apparently, the brain functions on a “use it or lose it” kind of policy.
Now it’s up to me to whip it back into shape. After I watch a few episodes of Weeds. And eat some more cookies. And take a nap. I’m pretty sure I’ll get to it then.