My Moody Monday

Well, let's be honest with each other. Every female has to deal with a monthly cycle. There's no beating around the bush with this one. So with that said, today I didn't want to do anything. (Part of the "moodiness" of it I guess.) I didn't want to get up, didn't want to have clinics and for sure didn't want to go to my night class. But, I got up anyway (an hour and a half later than I wanted to...but don't worry, I wasn't late), I had therapy with all my patients, and skipped my night class, why? Because I didn't want to go. Simple as that. As I've said before, the professor grates my nerves, and I didn't feel like sitting through 2 1/2 hours of listening to her talk. So all of that preps this...

As I was leaving after my 3:00 patient, it was about 4:00. It had been raining earlier so the ground was nice and wet. I was wearing my brand new (had them about a couple months now) black slacks, a dressy shirt, and my black sandals, which obviously have no traction whatsoever. (Ok Nettie, brace yourself!) I walked across the parking lot to cross the street. No cars were in sight (except for the ones in the parking lot) and I didn't see anyone around. I had my backpack on, an extra bag full of workbooks, my purse, my cup of water and my keys. Needless to say, my hands were full. I took two steps across the street and midway my right foot took a step, and as it hit the ground, it kept sliding, and sliding, and sliding, until my left knee slammed into the rocken asphalt street. I instantly stood back up, looked down, and saw a nice little hole worn through the knee of my favorite black slacks. Everyone of my toes were red and slightly scraped. As I limped back to my car (leaving my pride in the street), I fought back the tears of the physical pain I was feeling. (My goodness it hurt so stinkin' bad!) I threw my things into the back seat, got in and started the car (cue the tears). I pulled up my pant leg and the sight of a badly scraped and slightly bloody knee made the tears flow more freely. ::Breathe in, breathe out:: I gained my composure and then drove home.

So...moral of the story? A crappy mood (such as the one I had about my night class) will come back to bite you in the butt! (Or should I say knee?)

My attitude is better now...still upset about the hole in my pants, but I'll just purchase a new pair! At least I can laugh at it now.

That's all for now folks! Have a good one!