For the last several weeks, Mondays have been a cakewalk (do they even have those anymore?). Sure, it was hard to get out of bed on most days but I’m not really a morning person. I’m more of a mid-morning person. Mondays were easy for me schedule wise. I had a tutoring session and then nothing for the rest of the day. I’d crawl back into bed when I got home so that was nice. Tuesdays were a different story.
Tuesdays were crazy. I had all my classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays so Tuesdays were the first full day of my week. Something inevitably would go wrong. Something like a panic attack before my ten o’clock class. Waking up with a stress induced migraine. I used up way too many sick days over the term so I had no choice many days but to drag myself out of bed.
Don’t get me wrong. I love school. I am thrilled to be there and even more thrilled that I am almost done. It’s a journey that has blessed me since day one (even though it was hard to see the blessings in that first year). I just felt a real difference on Tuesdays. It helped that my new favorite show is on Tuesday nights and that I could come home and crash. It just took awhile to get to that point in the day.
Today is my first Tuesday off from school. It should be an easy day, right? Well, I guess every day has its bumps. I’ve been pre-occupied with a continuing dilemma in my personal life (which is taking every fiber of my being to keep me from just pouring out my emotions on that one). There was a tornado watch for the city my parents and several friends live in. The news was triggering my panic to go a little overboard. And then, someone posted on Facebook there was a tornado watch for Southeast Portland. This led me to wonder if I needed to pack up and move into the laundry room and fret about how to get my cat to follow me. And then it turned out it was nothing (which is why I try to fact check before I post news on my Facebook). My housework feels like it’s working me and I just rearranged the mess rather than actually cleaning it. Grades come out tomorrow and I’m terrified (even though I checked the academic policy and I will be okay). I went out to run errands and at the last place they couldn’t take my stamps because the machine was down so I had to put something back so I could pay with the last bit of currency to my name. How awkward is that? I had the money but they couldn’t take it in the form I needed them to. I guess it happens to all of us but it’s still really embarrassing.
Maybe Tuesday has nothing to do with it. Maybe it’s just my time for a frustrating day. I know it could’ve been worse. I’m just glad I at least got out of the house for awhile and I have no homework. I just have stories to write. And I have new notebooks to write them in. And pizza is for dinner.
Maybe Tuesdays aren’t so bad after all.
