Whenever a soda company comes out with a new flavor of soda, I feel inexplicably compelled to try it. Even if I know it will be disgusting, I still have to try it. It’s a rule.
I tried Mountain Dew’s new soda yesterday afternoon at 4:00, completely without thinking that 4:00 is four hours after my caffeine cutoff time.
When it was time to go to bed at 10:30, I was exhausted. I lay down on my Sleep scented pillow and…suddenly became wide awake.
We had previously decided to go into the gym this morning, but when it was 11:30 and I still couldn’t fall asleep, I had informed Joey – rather rudely, I’m ashamed to admit – that I wasn’t going to start my Monday on less than 6 hours of sleep and reset the alarm clocks for 6:30. (They had been set for 5:20.)
I lay there until midnight, at which time I relocated to the couch so I could toss and turn without bothering Joey too much.
At 12:30 I gave up on the couch and went back to bed. I was getting mad. With a capital M.A.D.
Sometime quite a bit after 1:00 I fell asleep.
The alarm woke me up at 6:30 and it was like being pulled out of a dark hole. The M.A.D. that I had been experiencing at 12:30 had grown disproportionately into a “wrong side of the bed bad attitude hurricane”.
“I’m going to just sleep until 9 and leave by 9:30…” I told Joey.
“How am I going to get in?” He asked.
“Ride your bike,” I mumbled.
“I have to be there by 7:45 though…” he said, “So I can get 10 hours a day for the next 3 days…so we can go to Chicago.”
I shot out of bed. I stormed around the room turning off my alarm clock, fan and whatever else I felt like turning off at the moment. I was walking so quickly and stomping so hard (poor Downstairs Neighbor) that, as I plowed through the bedroom door, my foot slipped on the carpet and I totally almost wiped out.
I wanted to laugh so bad. So bad. But it was impossible for me because I was being the “wrong side of the bed bad attitude hurricane”, and that stunk. Unfortunately, I decided to keep having a bad attitude, so I made an extraordinary amount of noise while I got ready in record time.
At 7:15, we were heading out the door.
At 8:15 I was still mad about waking up.
At 9:15 I finally got some breakfast and some coffee. Still mad.
At 10:15 I was starting to wear an expression on my face that didn’t look like “wrong side of the bed bad attitude hurricane”.
At 11:15 I was getting over it.
At 12:15 I was eating lunch and feeling sane and normal again.
At 1:15 I decided to apologize to Joey for my horrendous, inappropriate, unsavory and juvenile behavior.
I am still trying to come up with, like, the best apology ever. I already told him I was planning one but I haven’t gotten all the details worked out yet. I still have three hours, though.
I am rather astonished by my response to waking up this morning, though. I can think of about twenty different (and better!) ways for me to have handled my bad attitude than stomping around the house and making life miserable for everyone just because I didn’t really want to get up.
Yick, I’m such a sinner. And I’m thankful for grace. (Both God’s and Joey’s in this case.)
