A day in the life

Sometimes things just don't flow. You know what I mean? I have days that run so smoothly-I can go from one thing to the next without a hitch. Then, other days it seems like nothing connects ... in my brain that is! My motor skills lack sometimes. Here's a prime example of the beginning of one of these days:

I get up ... late. I rush around trying to get dressed and brush my teeth at the same time. Mistake #1. Somehow I manage to swipe the toothbrush across my cheek once or twice in the hustle and bustle. Because this makes me angry, i jam it back in my mouth where it is supposed to be, and end up making my gums bleed with the force. I wipe the toothpaste off my face and swish with mouthwash ... mostly just trying to numb the pain of my bruised gums.

I turn on the curling or flat iron and start to put on my make up. Mistake #2 is rushing while putting on mascara. Ladies, don't do this. It never ends up well for you. After I nearly poke my eye out, and it is watering profusely, I attempt to "cry" out the sticky black stuff that seems to be stuck in my lower eye lid. I get it under control, but am then a little shaky. Try again. This time, because I'm a little shaky, I lose control of the wand. It starts to fall; I scramble to catch it. It flips around my hand a couple of times before I pin it for a second against the mirror. Still can't keep control. It falls into the sink, leaving black stripes everywhere on the way down including under my fingernails. How does this happen?!

Dressed, teeth brushed and make up on. Hair is all that's left. Mistake #3 - being a little bit careless with a hot round stick that is used so close to the sensitive skin on my face. I usually burn my forehead on these days. OK, after a little cold water and maybe some ointment, I'm out the door. I get in, start the engine and pull away from my house. I attempt to put on my sunglasses with one hand while driving with the other. I either poke myself in the eye again or somehow jam the arm of the frames into my cheek. Thank goodness I can still drive on days like this! This is about the only thing that goes right.

I get to work and immediately knock all the file folders off my desk with one quick turn and a bump of my elbow. Yep, I'm beginning to wonder why I didn't pursue a career in dance or gymnastics. I mean it's obvious I'm graceful. Anyway, the day goes on, and I continue to knock things over, bump my knee on the file cabinet or desk ... repeatedly, all the while just waiting for the time when I can sleep again, and start a brand new day. Usually, the next day is better, but not always!

There should be a term for this kind of intermittent clumsiness. Whatever it is, I have it!