Tuesday AGAIN :(

* image from http://www.momlogic.com/

Alright, people, it's Tuesday. Which means it's time to rant. Shall I go first?

For some reason, it's harder to take my vitamins on Tuesdays. The gag reflex is stronger, more powerful. No matter the shape, size, or taste of the vitamin, it ain't goin down easy on a Tuesday. And I think I know why. Because the gag reflex hates Tuesdays, too! Visciously. So not only did I have Tuesday against me during my pill-popping this morning, but I had my very own gag reflex against me. It's a darn good thing I had some grapes readily available, or else I'd still have a calcium pill stuck in my throat.

And while I'm on the topic of vitamins--if I take all mine too close together, I get nauseous. This morning, case in point. Apparently it's a drag to stay healthy. Who knew? Not to mention all the water-drinking and subsequent trips to the bathroom! A Plain Jane pain in the you-know-what. Granted, I never get sick, soooo...

How about the terribleness of recovering from sleep deprivation? So maybe I had too much fun this past weekend, big deal. Monday I still got up, showered, dressed myself, and got into work on time. But today, on this Terrible Tuesday morning, I snoozed three times. THREE! Which meant I didn't have enough time to shower. Which meant I didn't wanna wear "cute" clothes, considering I didn't even feel clean. Which means that I hate my outfit today. Blah. Today might be the first day I'm grateful for the cubicle walls.

And could someone please alert Spring that I'm over its wishy-washy-ness? Pick your flavor, Spring, and stick to it. Enough of the 70-degrees one day and then snow and freezing cold temperatures the next, mm-k? But because it's Tuesday today, I half understand the rain and clouds, as the day really doesn't deserve any better. So, I get it. I'll let you off the hook. But every other day of the week, huh? Please and thank you. And if you could throw a little more moisture into the air, I'd appreciate that too. I've had quite enough of static hair. I don't always wanna look like I walked straight out of a plastic ball pit. And I'm tired of the skin on my hands cracking. Cut me a break and at least give my wonderful husband a soft hand to hold.

Speaking of my husband, I'd like to stick it to Tuesday and have it know that he drove me to work today. Which was precious :) Tuesday, you just can't touch those few lovely minutes we shared. So blah to you, I say! Blibbity-blah!

Feel free to rant about anything and everything...


And since Spring is here, please enjoy my latest poem:


Afternoon on the Porch


Sitting outside,
I smell your skin—
warm and salty.
Like the earth.
Like sunlight.

The days are growing longer,
plants are greening,
and the ground has thawed.
It feels like rain all the time,
but it hasn’t yet.

We watch a robin in the front yard
—its red belly darker
than the wine in our glasses—
stick its beak into the soft dirt
and come up with a seed.

People say it’s Spring,
and I find myself believing.
The sun sparkling in your eyes,
golds blooming, greens reflecting like a pool—
you are the seasons in me.