When the wrecking ball finds you

I have been tired to the point of exhaustion before but no one can ever prepare you for what it feels like to be the wall on the other side of wrecking ball hurtling at you. Today was the first day I woke up and felt like I didn't need any pain medication, yeah I was on the other side. I felt like I had been couped up for days and even though the weather was not cooperating ..it is winter...I decided that the dog and I needed to go for a walk and get some fresh air.

I bundled myself up with a happy puppy beside me. I think if his tail went in circles any faster he would have taken off. And out the door we went...brrr...ok it issss... winter I remind myself and it was not really that cold, but when you've had a hot water bottle and heating pad on you for four days, -1 seems chilly. The roads were a bit icy and occasionally the dog and I did a little "accidental" Fred Astaire tapping but we got in the swing of things. My poor dog was walking at a much slower pace than he is used to with me <and that is a lot slower than my 6'+ husband walks> and looked as though he was going to take a nap and wait while I caught up. So I pushed ahead and picked up the pace to where is he was trotting along..by the end of our walk I felt like I could crawl in bed and have a nap but no I was going to fight through this. Side note: they do advise to push through a little tiredness.

I get inside and get a glass of water, plan the weeks menu and decide to go to the grocery store. I easily got all of of the items I was looking for within 10 minutes and then remembered ..shit! We need a calendar. I realize it is the 17th of January but YOU have to realize two procrastinators living together is not always the best plan..good intentions..but not the best at getting things done. So after wandering around for 20 minutes and looking at a variety of other items in hopes the calendars would just appear, I decided to ask someone. Maybe choosing a grocery store the size of a football field was my brightest plan either.

She was a middle aged women who was on the heavier side but who knew she had so much get up and go. I sooo should have choose the young guy labelling. She got on her walkie talky and gestured for me to follow her all the way to the back of the store...slow down...I have a cart and aisles to maneuver...then as it turns out where she was told to go was not the case, so all the way to the front of the store..nope not there...by this point I feel like I could crawl in the children's seat in the cart..if only someone would push me.

She looks at me with sympathetic eyes and says..I know where I saw them....only 500' away and 10 aisles to weave through. Sad as it may sound but the calendars could have been Disney ones and I would have bought them..instead my choices were Monet and Outhouses. I thought the clash between the two was funny so I bought one of each. Now to the checkout.

My feet were so slow moving by the time I got out through the checkout that I considered bumping the man out of the courtesy wheelchair and taking over...aiyeeea...but least I made it to the car took a deep breathe..lugged in the groceries and hit the bed....ahhhh so that's what the wrecking ball feels like.