I woke up at dawn today, but eventually I went back to sleep for a short while. Before I did, though, I made the decision to call into work and let them know I was taking a mental health day. Between Soccer Son's wedding the weekend before last and then my office's mystery event last weekend, I was behind on decorating for fall and on so many other things! I knew I'd feel better and a bit more in control of my life if I took a day to try to get caught up on at least a couple things.
So I reset my alarm for 8 a.m., with the thought that I'd get up and walk then, before calling into work. The funny thing was I was so anxious to walk--and I'm seriously not sure if that was "anxious" in a good way or "anxious" in a bad way--that I got up at 7:15 a.m. and turned off the alarm. Soon I was out the door and on my way.
When I got back home again, I started on the fall decorating, and I barely took any breaks all day except to eat breakfast and lunch. Because Hubby and I were invited out to Mrs. Soccer Son's parents' home for dinner and to watch the newlyweds open wedding gifts, I had to stop around 4:30 to clean up and dress. I was surprised, though, that I kept going all day long--I felt like I had more energy than normal, so maybe the exercise I'm getting from walking is helping already.
Once I had cleaned up and dressed, I saw I still had at least a half hour before we had to leave, so I thought I'd make good use of my time by sorting through some things the Wild Child had left on the desk in what used to be her bedroom when she moved to Eureka. Some things needed to be tossed out, some things needed to be redistributed to other rooms--like a handful of pens--and some things needed to be set aside to ask the Wild Child about later. I picked up one odd looking thing--it was black and red plastic and it had a clip on it for attaching to a belt or something, but I had no idea what it was. Should I toss it out, I wondered? It looked kind of like a guy type of thing from the color and the belt clip, so I was going to ask Hubby, but then I saw a little spray hole, so I turned it away from me and sprayed--yep, something came out, so I put it back on the desk to figure out later. Maybe I've give the Wild Child a call and ask.
Soon, though, I caught a whiff of something that reminded me of cutting jalapeno peppers in half and scooping out the seeds--in a second, it caught in my throat and made me start coughing. It occured to me then that it was probably pepper spray! Darn! I was out of that room pretty quickly . . . and so was our cat, Spike, who'd been sleeping peacefully on the bed up until then.
A little later, when I thought it was safe to go back into the room again, I retrieved the pepper spray canister and showed it to Hubby who said, "Well I could have told you it was pepper spray! We used to sell it all the time at the auto parts store!"
Really? The auto parts store?! I guess I should have just asked him, as I first thought. I turned and tossed the canister into a basket we use near the front door to collect mail and miscellaneous things. Maybe I'll take it with me when I walk, although with my luck, if I ever have to use it, the wind will probably be blowing in my direction.
I'm just glad the Wild Child didn't have a taser on her desk. I'm not sure I know what those look like either.