Just.

As in, "Just when I think I have my life together, I find proof proving otherwise."

My Grandmom always tells me (and anyone else who will listen, for that matter), "You can't have everything, where would you put it?" This coming from a borderline HOARDER. So sometimes I try to force myself to make do with less. I don't buy the new shirt I want. I don't accept everything given to me. I try to reduce "my things." That's all fine and dandy until I have a day like this.

I was escorted (read that: followed) all 22 minutes of my commute to work by a sheriff. Cool (Not cool). Despite this, I made it to work 10 minutes early (shocked)! I went to text a friend, GIRL, you know I gotta tell somebody! It was then I realized that my phone was right where I wanted to be, in my bed, a town away. I also forgot my book. This made my 90 minute lunch break almost unbearable. Oh, and I fell off a counter and hurt my leg in full view of a parent, who then teased me about it. My "owie" immediately bruised due to my lack of being able to express pain. Instead, I settled for embarrassment.

Having a long day, I decided I should take a bath to relax. However, I saw a pin about a detox bath, and well, you just can't unsee that! I did it. Epsom salt, ginger, peroxide, and baking soda equal SWEAT CITY for 30 minutes. Now y'all, I didn't re-pin that pin, nor did I like it, so of course I can't find it anymore. And who knows, I might have made the whole thing up! I achieved a result that made me happy enough, so success!

Dream of me.