for the love of...

NUMBERS.

One of 90,000.

To be exact.

Spring storms in the south are alarming.  Loud.  And usually without warning.  So recently we have had one or three.  Who's counting??

I just happened to be apart of the large number of households without electricity.  One of 90,000.  Apparently, my neighborhood is last on the list for reinstalling electricity probably due to the large number of old people living here.  Electric companies are under the impression that while the elderly are sleeping, they don't even miss the electricity.

But since I am awake every three hours for one reason or another... I kind of missed the electricity. 

No lights.  No refrigerator.  No phones.  No tv. 

12 HOURS.

Again, who's counting? 

Well, me. 

In a three car garage, two stalls have safety releases.  Guess which one I was parked in?  That's right.  The one without a safety release.  Literally, we were stuck inside.  Without air.  Thought I was going to hyperventilate. 

And guess which day this just happened to occur on?  That's right.  The day the man of the house was working 12,000 miles from home racking up some frequent flier mileage. 

And guess what the children were fed for breakfast? 

Yesterday was just another Happy Monday! 

Here's to a Terrific Tuesday!

It's alright, It's okay Mondays

It's Alright, It's Okay

... to repeat, repeat, repeat - even if you just repeated

 ... to tell your mother that her driving sucks

... to want something you cannot have (whatever your vice may be)

... to undress in the dark (even when you are alone)

... to vacuum in your undergarments (even when you are not alone)

... to read the comics first

... to enjoy Saturday morning cartoons (while ironing)

... to eat ice cream before dinner

... to need something you totally do not need

... to wish you were back on the island of Hvar

It's alright, It's okay Mondays

It's alright, It's okay

... to ignore the "check engine" light

... to read an owner's manual six years later

... to peruse a cookbook and decide on "pizza" anyway

... to leave dog "whoopdies" for your husband to clean up and claim "it just happened"

... to dislike hotdogs

... to skip ironing for a week

... to pretend to be busy

... to learn to take a little rest with your eyes open

It's alright, It's okay Mondays

It's alright, It's okay

... to suggest a hotel to your husband's mother or any of HIS other family members

... to laugh at your cousin because his insecurites are subliminally written all over his FB posts and your immediate and only thoughts include the word "LOSER"

... to call your best friend and harmlessly gossip

... to listen to your sister complain about her third (or maybe it's her fourth) husband 

... to wonder if "Whole Grain White" bread is somewhat healthy

... to sit by the pool without SPF 50 for just an hour

... to not know how to play video games (nor care to learn)

... to swim "turtle neck" style (keeping your head and face above water)

It's alright, It's okay Mondays

It's alright, It's okay

... to eat leftover cake for breakfast

... to write a real letter instead of an email or text

... to read a worthless novel and be unable to recall the title, plot, or author

... to wear the same outfit five days in a row (in your hometown)

... to be conservative

... to be a "real" feminist while donning makeup, a dress and a brain!

... to use coupons

... to watch "Sesame Street"

It's alright, It's okay Mondays

It's alright, It's okay

... to appear in public with your child's vomit wiped on your yoga pants

... to wear a black shirt with obvious wet spit-up

... to like tofu

... to eat real burgers

... to visit the beach and complain about sand in your "drawers"

... to name a lower bodily function; a "fluffy"

... to refer to slow recall items as "whatchamacallits"

... to eat pancakes for dinner