A Letter to Today

Dear Today,

Generally speaking, I’m pretty easy going. It takes a lot to get me to the point of throwing in the towel and you have actually managed to get me there. I am so over you, Today. You kicked my ass and I’m done with you. You started it this morning when I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I mean that literally. I leave my cell on the night stand on the right side of the bed, and I sleep on the left side so I can’t just reach out and slap the phone when the alarm goes off. But, Today, tell me exactly how it could happen that I woke an hour late with my hand still ON the phone, when I wasn’t even supposed to be close to it. Waking up on the wrong side of the bed just started us off wrong, and I was willing to overlook it. Oh, but you weren’t done with me, Today.

When I woke the kids up, Diva woke up with that name-sake attitude she gets sometimes. I’m sure you had something to do with that. That alone was bad enough, but when I realized the only clean clothes I had for her were a pair of pants that were too big in the waist and a little too short in the legs and a sweatshirt with nail polish on it, it was even worse. Have you been plotting against me with that bitch, Yesterday?? How could you? I wanted our relationship to work, and I tried so hard to make it happen. You just wouldn’t cooperate, Today! I finally managed to get the kids dressed and loaded up, and just when I got far enough from home that I couldn’t turn back, I remembered that I had forgotten my make-up. That was a precursor to all the things I remembered I had forgotten, Today. I dropped the kids off at their proper places and sped on to work. When I got there, I went to Food Lion to buy replacement foundation. Luckily, I had eye shadow, eyeliner, and mascara in my purse. And do you know why? Because of all the other Days I’ve dealt with in my past. Naturally, Food Lion didn’t have the mineral make-up I like, so I bought a cream-to-powder kind. I dashed back to the office, ripped it out of the package, and started smearing the goo on with the provided sponge. By the time I was done, I looked like a vampire. Holding the product to my inner wrist, the color matched almost perfectly, but not on my face. I had to endure it for an hour while I waited for CVS to open. Again, I’ve learned from ex-Days, and knew from experience that I could find what I was looking for there. Today, I spent $25.oo on make-up I didn’t even need, and it’s all your fault.

You couldn’t even keep the temperatures right, Today! When Blaze went into school this morning, he forgot his jacket in the car. I wasn’t too worried about it because it was sunny, warmish, and I had dressed him in long sleeved layers this morning. Then, the clouds rolled in and the temp dropped. I went ahead and took an early lunch at 10:00 and brought his jacket to him at school. I got back to the office at 10:40 and had yet to get started on my actual work. I wasted two hours, Today, and I was beginning to feel like you were trying to fuck with me. I couldn’t let you get the best of me, so I squared my shoulders and started on my call list. How many times was I hung up on, Today?? And was that enough to satisfy your sadistic sense of humor? No. You just had to keep going, you sick son of a bitch.

At 1:00, I got a call from the kids’ school. When my CSR told me it was the school calling it really scared me! The school has never called me! It was Diva’s teacher, saying she had had an accident. In the split second between sentences, images of my child bloodied and hurt flashed through my frazzled brain before I made the connection that “accident” meant she wet herself. Today, I had to clock out TWO times and go to the school TWO times.

When I got back to the office, it was one thing after another. You really didn’t let up! I counted down the minutes until I could leave, Today, and that’s not how I roll. In fact, your entire attitude Today is not how I roll! I’ve spent the last few hours ignoring you. Pretending you don’t exist. And yet you’re still here and it’s ALL about Today. I’m done with you. I want Today out of my life. I don’t want to ever see you or hear from you again. You’re over.

And I? I am moving on to greener pastures. Tomorrow is calling.

Published in: on February 9, 2010 at 11:49 pm  Comments (4)  

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  1. I hear Tomorrow is way friendlier than bitchy Today. At least that’s the rumor. 😛

  2. Today pretty much ALWAYS sucks for me….and yet mostly (except the times I let it force me into fetus postition and sleep ALL of ‘Today’) I expect better things in the future, or tomorrow…..it is THE only way to get back at TODAY…..
    I think I next time ‘Today’ tries to Fuck with me….I am going to say….Don’t forget ‘Tomorrow’s got my back mother fucker….and Today is always forgotten anyway….it becomes the past
    That’s another reason Today likes to Fuck w/ you….it KNOWS Tomorrow is THE REAL DEAL…or maybe next week….who knows?? but who will remember ‘Today’ #sorrysackofshit

  3. tell it like it is , hoora !

  4. hey Wendy , what up ? no post for long time . hope you are doing ok . give me a shout out so i know how you are ! ok thanx , take care . Dew .

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