Posted on September 19, 2014
What Day is It? – Miller Farm Friday
By Guest Blogger Chicken Wrangler Sara
We bought a new mattress last week. After 17 years we thought it was about time. It was delivered on Saturday.
Perhaps that explains my confusion.
I slept fine on the new mattress until sometime after midnight when I awoke with a start and thought, “I didn’t put my swim bag out.”
Monday-Friday mornings I swim at 5:30 a.m. before my body can wake up and realize what is going on. I normally put my swimsuit and shoes in the bathroom and my swim bag in the living room the night before so I can leave without making any noise. This morning was going to be tricky.
When my alarm went off at 5 a.m., I quietly got my swim bag from the closet and then tried to locate my shoes in the dark.
I have two pair of Crocs – one red and one turquoise. I have been known to appear at the breakfast table wearing one of each. Since I was not going to eat breakfast before I swam, I wanted to make sure my shoes matched each other.
I headed into the bathroom where I found a dress hanging in front of my swimsuit. I moved it and began to put on my suit.
I thought, “What did I fix for Sunday lunch? I don’t remember Sunday lunch?”
Then it dawned on me it was Sunday – not Monday. That was why my swim bag was in the closet and my clothes were hanging in front of my suit.
The change of having a new mattress had messed up my internal calendar.
So I jumped into the shower and got dressed for church, leaving my shoes and my suit in the bathroom. When I went back into the bathroom that afternoon, my shoes were still there.
What amazed me was that neither my husband nor son said anything about the three shoes. I guess they have grown so accustomed to my idiosyncrasies that they hardly notice.