"Freak out, let it go Just freak out, let it go"

You know those mornings where you just think to your self, "yeah this is going to be a great day". But then there's also those morning where you think "Kill me, kill me now" Lately I've been having mornings like the later. I feel like its just a snowball effect. and then round 6 p.m you think, that's it I'm going to bed, only to find out its 6 pm and that's just depressing to go to bed before the sun.

To give you an example of what the heck I'm talking about let me map out just one of my recent days. I should have known it was going to be a trying day. Those days always began with waking up from a really great dream. Now I can't remember exactly was I was doing in this dream but I do remember it was sunny, and my hair was somewhere between Catharine zeta jones and the little mermaid. It was a good one. Two nights ago I could not get my feet warm while I was trying to sleep. So I took out my heating pad and wrapped it around my feet then fell asleep. Well when I woke up that precious little heating pad had moved it's way up to my head. Needless to say I woke up in a pool of sweat. Awesome. The best part was I had just straightened my unruly curly hair the day before and now half of it was doing an impression of Carrot Top. After I dealt with all that I went down stairs to make something for breakfast. I made the mistake of opening the fridge. A lovely jar of mayonnaise fell out of the side door and of course broke. There was mayonnaise on my feet, all over the floor, the fridge, the table (we have a small kitchen) and all I could do was just stare. As I watched my worst nightmare of smelly gooey sickness start spreading to all the dark places like under the fridge I seriously contemplated packing up all our things and moving before even beginning to clean that crud up. It was just one of those messes where you wish you could tap out and let someone else handle it. The snowball has begun. No hot water for my shower next. Poked my self in the eye with eyeliner, which turned out pretty bad seeing how I left the house looking like one eyed winkey. Reached in my new purse to get my keys to find some lotion had exploded. Cut my hand at work. The list goes on and on. When I got home I was not a happy camper. I had a great idea though. I was going to clear some space, turn on some music and just dance like in Greys Anatomy. It wasn't all that bad, I started dancing and thought "hey this is working! i feel better!" That's right about the time where I got a little too into it and decided to hoist my self up on brad swivel work chair. It never really occurred to me that those kind of chairs are not meant for a healthy dancing girl, after one spin, that thing flung me off, head first into brads stereo. I wish I could say it was a soft landing. I'm sure I resembled at that moment a crate of mannequin parts being shipped off. Limbs every which way. The end result was an unharmed stereo and a few bruises on me. I got into bed that night I felt the heating pad. I ripped that sucker up and threw it out.