I burned my tongue on my hot chocolate. I made a really good cup of hot chocolate, some vanilla soy milk, cocoa, maple syrup, and cinnamon. I don’t measure the ingredients, so it always comes out different, but this time, it was just right. Except the first sip was too hot and I burned my tongue. I’m not surprised, it’s been that kind of day.
The kind of day where I woke up tired and didn’t want to get out of bed. Last night I had long rambling dreams that seemed to go on forever and all I can remember about them is a big rectangle block of newsprint wrapped in plastic. I’m edgy and grumpy and achy and all I can think about is eating really sweet pasties with gooey cream inside and gloppy icing on top. (which is why I made the hot chocolate, it’s the closest I could get to my gooey pastry without driving hours to a bakery). And I don’t even like gooey, gloppy pastries.
I’m finishing up the last of my Christmas Potholder orders and honestly, as much as I love what I do and the thought of me complaining about it, considering all the places I could be working and have worked, makes me sick, I’m just not in the mood to make potholders today.
So I repeat my mantra, the mantra I’ve had all my working life from my first office job opening mail, to cashiering, to driving a school bus, to cleaning kennels, to working in a frame shop in a Mall, to working with Developmentally Disabled Adults and every job in between, it could be worse, I could be working in a Coal Mine. Although I don’t need the Coal Mine anymore because I think of all the other jobs I’ve had and I’m grateful, I’m really grateful for the work I am able to do now, but still, I’m not in the mood.
And I guess that’s the point. No matter how good my work is, no matter how much I love doing it, sometimes…..sometimes, I’m just not in the mood. But I have to get these potholders to Kim tonight so she can sew them together this week and I can get them in the mail so they get out in time for Christmas. So it doesn’t matter if I’m in the mood or not, I do my work and do as good a job as I possibly can. And I try not infect it with my bad mood. Because who wants an affirmation potholder that says I choose to be grateful in Gothic font dripping with blood.
Frazzle Dazzle Monday comes to my mind.
Actually, the Gothic font dripping with blood sounds interesting.
I can just see it JoAnne. Maybe…….
i say give the bloody gothic font a go! something for everyone
Looking back … similar stops along the way … i have driven a school bus for part time work, and worked at a kennel (local humane society). Kindred grumpy spirits! I love the return of your “spike” hair, btw.
I think there’d be quite a market for them, personally.
We all have days like that. How we get through them says alot about who we are.
There’s always tomorrow!
Maria, it sounds as though your creative energy is burning low. No point in pushing it and there’s no telling with moods that are quixotic at this time of year no matter that we are in a good space in our lives or not. I love it that you are so explicit in how you feel…makes me feel better myself. I find Christmas no longer what it was for me…too many losses in my life, I see the empty chairs around the Christmas table in my mind. And the craving for sugar leaves me ripe for candida ..if you feel out of sorts, I’m joining you.
SandyP in Snowy, blowy, Ontario, Canada
I’m trying to come up with some “affirmative” titles for this one . . .
“Don’t even think about messing with me today!”
“This is as good as it gets!”
“This is as good as it’s ever gonna get!”
“Take it or leave it! I. don’t. care.”
As you can tell, I’ve had a few “Days Like This” myself.
And yes – there’s a market out there for the Gothic font dripping with blood!
Good to know Jill I’m getting some good advice.
Those, jumping out of my skin, and don’t want to do anything I usually do, kind of days, happen to me, too….Your post made me laugh, but not because you burned your tongue….OUCH. Hope it heals quickly.
You will have to make one of those potholders just for fun…when you are in the mood.
I like your hot chocolate idea. Maple syrup and cinnamon? I will have to try that. Everyone gets into slumps and grumps ~ you’ll come out on the other side and look back saying “what the heck was that?” Hope today is better.
I think you’d be surprised how many people would want that Gothic potholder. I’d hate to think we only only had pretty, positive art in this world of ours.
P.S. I have a picture of your nail dress pasted to my office wall. Because it’s awesome.
That dress is still one of my favorites Trish. Maybe it’s time to embrace my dark side.
Hang in there…sometimes work is work which ever way you slice it.
It is gray-skyed here , it is snowing and I have to wrap Christmas parcels. buying /making presents is fun but wrapping, ugh…
However, on my way to the looming heap of work on the dining room table I will pass my bright pink, tennis shoe, pot holder, pinned up in the doorway–very good for my resolve and I thank you.
Maria,
Perhaps your inner rebelious teen has a hold on you today.
Writing from the bare naked desert in Phoenix……
Janet
Oh my, the feeling is mutual. Not in the mood to work and cranky on top of it… but, that last line you wrote made me smile, thank you it was just what I needed, hope you find something to smile about too.
I smiled and found your last comment very funny. I actually could imagine it in all its horror!!
Hah! There are days (luckily few and far between) when I could use an affirmation potholder that says I choose to be grateful in Gothic font dripping with blood.