Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Day 17: Wrong Side of the Bed

Perhaps the Southern Belles that made up the "no white after Labor Day" rule were scowling upon me after Monday's decision to wear white pants, because Tuesday did not get off to a great start.

I won't bore you with the details . . .wait, yes I will. This is my blog. That's what I do.

It started with computer issues, followed by camera issues, followed by back pain issues. When I finally got it together enough to leave my house, I realized after I was out of my neighborhood that I had forgotten something and had to turn around and go back. I retrieved what I needed, headed to the gym again. And then realized I had forgotten something else and had to go back. Again.

When I got to the gym, I could not find my check-in card. I dropped my blackberry and the battery slid across the floor. After a supershort workout, I started getting ready for work and realized I've forgotten a crucial part of my wardrobe at home. And by crucial, I mean cru-u-u-cial. Which meant that I had to go back to my house for a THIRD time to retrieve something else AND call my boss to explain that I was going to be a little late.

All of this happened before 1pm. I started to think God really was mad at me for wearing white after Labor Day. I told him that I was sorry and that it would never happen again.

I guess you could say I, "woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Only I didn't. I woke up on the same side of the bed that I always wake up on. Because contrary to Diane Keaton's advice for singles to sleep in the middle of the bed in the movie, Something's Gotta Give, I have chosen a side. The right side.

I've tried to sleep in the middle, for the health of the mattress, but it just feels weird. Plus, it feels more hopeful to me to stay on my side. It's like I'm saying, "I may be sleeping alone now, but I'm confident that this won't always be the case, so when the time comes, this other side is gonna be all nice and unslept on."

But to metaphorically (and literally) put an end to the horrible day, I made Day #17's thing I haven't ever done before: sleep on the wrong side of my bed.

When it was time to go to sleep, I turned on my alarm, walked to the other side of the bed and climbed in. Immediately it was awkward, as I was lie there staring at my bike that's parked on the left side of the bed. The bike's handle bar was too close to my face, so I turned to lie on my right side and stared at the side of the bed I normally sleep on. I longed to be there instead of this foreign side. It felt wrong.

I was a big girl about it, and stayed on the left side all night, but I wasn't happy about it. Thanks to the day kicking me in the tail, I fell asleep pretty easily, and I woke up vowing to never sleep on the wrong side of the bed again and eager to make Wednesday a better day.