One bite at a time. That's my new mantra. This day has the potential to become one big, spiraling, panic inducing, clustercuss. I made lunches at 1 am, studied medical terminology until 2, squeezed in a teeny bit of shut-eye, took my med term quiz at 6, woke Miles up at 6:30, accidentally spilled coffee on his rug, made scones at 6:45, read a book with Sam at 7, showered, dressed, banged my knee on the coffee table as I ran through the living room, and rolled into work at 8. That's just the tip of the iceberg. I am exhausted and in PMS overdrive, so here's how I'm going to play it...
War paint...check.
Theme song playing on continuous loop in my head all day long...check.
I am going to kick this day in the ass...one bite at a time.
If I can stay awake.
