I awoke this morning feeling dangerously optimistic about my day.
Waking a few minutes before my alarm, and on my own accord, seemed to slightly diminish the dark circles that have recently (for the last seven years) adorned my face.
Finishing a cup of coffee before the kids even arrived at the kitchen table gave me an early morning pep to which I was not accustomed.
And watching my hair fall obediently into place, especially unusual on a humid and windy day, was an unexpected surprise this morning.
I considered pinching myself when I descended the stairs to find all three kids wearing coats, shoes and book bags, completely ready to head out the door – on time – for school.
The universe owed me this, however, so I refrained from the pinching.
Yesterday was long.
Yesterday was hard.
Yesterday was one step forward and two (or five) steps back.
I think it was around 4:00pm that I officially gave up on having a productive or even remotely not terrible day.
When I heard, “Put one of my shirts on the dog so Mom doesn’t see the gum,” loudly whispered from the other room, I could practically taste the metaphorical icing on the day’s cake.
Look at the poor dog:
By the time I collapsed onto my bed in a one-woman pile of defeat, I knew today had to be better.
It just had to be.
So as I confidently strolled into the grocery store after dropping the kids off at school, I knew I must be wearing my newly found optimism well.
Did I had a visible bounce in my step?
I think I did.
Was I smiling?
I couldn’t help but smile…
Perhaps my cosmic 180 degree turn from yesterday was just making my whole aura different, but whatever it was, I could tell other people knew it too.
I caught several shoppers looking at me out of the corner of my eye, and when I turned to meet their glances I was returned with smiles.
As I pushed my cart, with all four wheels seemingly greased, unsqueaky and working properly, over to the Meat Department, I first grabbed a plastic bag, then walked next to another shopper browsing the steaks.
I didn’t see fully his face at first, but his tall, muscular frame and broad shoulders blocked me from the fillets I wanted to buy for dinner.
“Please excuse me,” I said as I reached in front of him for the meat.
He took a step back, but turned so that he was now facing me, and did a double-take.
His quick motion followed by his attractive grin caught me off guard and I felt my face flush.
“No,” he said, gesturing towards to the steak that I almost had in my grip, “please excuse me.”
My faced felt even hotter.
“What am I twelve?” I thought as I tried unsuccessfully to cue the color from my cheeks.
“Thanks,” I said as coolly as possible.
He wished me a good day and I walked away as nonchalantly as possible down the next aisle.
“Damn, Universe! You’re even making me feel pretty and attractive to handsome strangers? Let’s call it even after that!” I thought almost not wanting to push my luck so early in the day.
I finished the rest of my shopping uneventfully and hopped into the car. Wanting to keep my apparent good looks intact, as fleeting as they are these days, I grabbed my lip gloss and flipped the mirror open so I could apply it.
I felt my over-flowing confidence suddenly fizzle back to normal when I saw this:
Did I mention it was windy?
It is ridiculously windy today, and somewhere between school and the store my lint-brush-brillo-head picked up a rather large piece of cotton.
Well played Universe, well played.
I don’t exactly have the best experiences with handsome strangers, so I should have known better.
How about you? Ever walk around with half a tampon on your head? Leave me a comment and make me feel better!