I think if you've been reading about me for any length of time, you know by now that I don't really "do" mornings. Or at least I sure as heck don't do them well. Over the Memorial Day weekend, I was in heaven, staying up until 2:30 or 3 a.m. and sleeping until 8:30 or 9 a.m. Perfect! Well, an end-of-the-weekend reality check meant getting back into my normal routine of rising at the crack of dawn (6:30 a.m. IS the crack of dawn, right?) for work.
Normally I get up around 6:30 (or 6:40 or 6:50 depending on how often I can hit the snooze button), wander into the kitchen, let the cats out, get myself a cup of coffee, and feed the
pests pets. Necessities taken care of, I head back to the bedroom with my coffee, pausing along the way to wash my face (at that point, it's kind of reassuring to know I can FIND my face). Then it's computer time while I sip my coffee and wake up. After about an hour, it's time to get serious about getting ready for work. First I put on my make up. (Yes, I know it's really a weird quirk, but it harks back to the days pre-computer when I had to do something productive while sipping my coffee before stumbling into the bath and trying not to drown.) Then bath time, followed by getting dressed, and then fixing my hair. I guess I should mention that my hair is really, really long, and I normally get away with washing and conditioning every other day.
Okay, so this a.m., following my normal habits, life proceeded on schedule until I reached the hair-fixing stage. There I was, running a bit late for work by now (that's pretty much a given on any morning, particularly on the mornings I have to wash my hair, as I did this a.m.). Peering into the mirror, I thought, "My God, I'm pale! Am I ILL?!" After a little reflection, it hit me: While taking a bath and washing my hair, I ALSO WASHED MY FACE! I had washed off all the make-up I had just applied not ten minutes before!
Needless to say, I had to do the make-up thing all over again while wondering whether I might be losing my mind. I suppose, though, that if I'm going to lose my mind, I might as well look nice doing it. All I can say is I'm thankful I was awake enough by then to actually LOOK in the mirror and notice something was a little "off"! Life--it's always something!