Trippin' Over Shoes

No alarm clock. Ohh, it feels so good.

I get to open my eyes and just relax. Whew, it feels sooooooooo good. I’m not running late. And I’m always running late.

I peer over at Carmen on the floor and she’s snoring and laying on her back, yep, her back. I don’t want to disturb her because then I’ll have to get up and let her out. And I do not want to do that.

Soon, my mind is full of thoughts of errands I need to run and chores I need to do. I need to vacuum, clean the bathroom, wash, load dishwasher – all the things that I have put off until this very day.

And I have about five pairs of shoes downstairs by the door. This was one of those things I did that drove my ex-husband buzzzonkers.

After a long day or night or walk or anything, I typically enter the door and kick off my shoes. Yesssir, right there by the door. And it’s not because the shoes are hurting my feet because I do it with all my shoes and ummm all my shoes don’t hurt.

Shoot, I don’t know why I do it.

So, yea, I need to get all those shoes and put them where they really belong.

And then I look around my bedroom, there are some things out of place.

I transformed into Sexy Sapphire (read about it Monday) last night and a few things are out of place. Well, actually my bedroom looks like a lab where two incorrect chemicals got mixed, causing an explosion.

I couldn’t find this black shirt I wanted to wear. Grrr, I hate when that happens.
So yea, I need to put things back where they belong.

I manage to push those thoughts out of my mind because they are making me tired. I want to start my day in a calm fashion. I’m about to have a good, productive day.

But then my mind is back to thinking about those shoes at the door.

I actually tripped over one the other day. It was like a misstep. My body flailed to the left but I grabbed the chair to keep from falling. I hurt my baby toe, though. Ouch.

Why put off until tomorrow what you can do today? I spring from the bed bubbling over with motivation.

Plunk. Plunk. I reach for my knee. The white robe I grabbed and threw on is no longer tied. It’s hanging off one shoulder. My headscarf wasn’t tied tightly so it’s moved a little more to the right.

While looking for that shirt, a boot managed to get just enough in the path from the bed to the bedroom door.

Yep, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.

Carmen is awaken by the crash. I’m sitting on the floor holding my knee. Dag. I’m glad nobody saw that.

But then just when I feel relieved that my embarrassing moment is private, Carmen looks at me.

Her eyes appear to be wider than usual.
Her lip (snout) seems to be a bit tucked on one side.
One of her ears is standing straight up in the air.
Her head is tilted a little to the side.

And nah, she can’t talk but I could have sworn I heard her say, “My daddy told you to put your shoes up.”