The terrible, horrible, no good, very bad morning.

I kind of think mornings are reflective of the night.

Last night I told my best friend I couldn't come to his wedding. I knew this would be upsetting to him, but I had no other choice. It hurt my heart to do it. My stomach was in knots all night and I'm sure this contributed to my morning events. I woke with a start at 5:10. I am supposed to be at the gym at 5 to meet Kandy. (Sorry!) I was frustrated that I had overslept. My morning workout helps me start the day off with energy and freshness. I set my alarm for 6 and went back to sleep, angry with myself. I woke up and took a shower, dried my hair and was about to put my face on when my aunt called. She wanted to talk about pictures before 7 am. What?! I quickly got ready, running a little late by now and feeling a bit out of sorts.

Today is Cinco De Mayo... so I chose a bright blue ruffly sun dress as my attire for the day and matched it with some fancy jewelry. I went into the kitchen, made my lunch, and went to blend my protein shake. Lastly, it was time to make my morning latte. Normally it makes the morning happy when I have a coffee cup in my hand. Being spoiled, I use an espresso machine to make my drinks. I put the coffee in and started her up. She was chugging along and I felt like the handle was turned funny, so I started tugging at it to make sure it was secure. (I'm not sure why I did this.) It gave way and before I knew it, scalding, boiling coffee grinds flew with the little pot all over my hand. In my alert I started shaking my hand wildly to free it from the volcanic searing. In doing so, the dark brown mess flung all over my pretty blue dress. Happy Cinco de Mayo to me. I stuck my hand under cold water and surveyed the immense mess of a kitchen I had produced. I cleaned it up, made my coffee and scowling all the way out the door, spilled coffee on the floor before locking the place up tight. I was on my way to the jeep feeling a bit defeated and eyeing my charred hand, when a woman wearing bright green and yellow said, "Morning!" with a smile. Through my teeth I said "good morning" back.

I made it to school just in time for the bell, throbbing thumb, speckled dress and wind blown hair.

To quote one of my favorite books: "It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I think I'll move to Australia."