My friends and I share a joke that my family should have a reality t.v. show, and yet again today's occurrences proved to be another example fit for an episode on TLC.
After a great summer, I've gone back to work, teacher in-service, and when the alarm sounds at 6:00 a.m. my body goes into auto pilot: bathroom, coffee, makeup, hair, pill, and clothes--in that order. Daily, I take hormonal therapy, which is usually on my nightstand, but while Matt was out of town this week, I'd placed the bottle on his nightstand. So, I did what I always do and popped my pill, without bothering to look at the color or shape before placing it into my mouth. After dressing and gathering up my bag, the room began to spin. My initial thought was that the spinning was due to lack of dinner or breakfast, but after grabbing a breakfast bar the problem only worsened. I knew that I couldn't drive, and I called my husband to take me to work.
Once inside the car, my words began to slur and my sweet Matt helped me assess the problem.
"Did you take anything this morning?" he asked.
"No, just my hormone pill." I answered.
"Where was the bottle?"
"On your nightstand."
"Marsi, the only bottle on mine is my Ambien. Did you take my Ambien?"
"Oh my God!! I think did."
"Did you not notice it wasn't your pill? Did you take a whole one?"
"Yes, I took a whole one; I thought it was mine."
"Holy shit! I take a half when I need to sleep. And it's the good stuff; the CR will knock a person out. You're not going to work today."
"I can make it. I'm not teaching, so I can just sit."
"I don't think it's a good idea, but call one of your friends out here. You'll need help to walk into the building."
I texted a fellow teacher to come out to the car, and after taking one glance at me she asked if I was drunk. I attempted to stand-up and I fell against the passenger side door.
"I caaan make ittt. I'llll jus nap insi-de my chairrr." I slurred.
Laughing, Katie said, "Nope. You need to go home and sleep this one off. I'll tell one of the principals what happened.
"Okay." I surrendered and requested McDonald's on the way home. Matt protested on account of a conference call, but my munchies and persistent pleas won him over.
However, people don't eat when taking a sleep aid--they want to sleep. And if there isn't a warning on the bottle there should be: Don't eat after taking pill. I ate half my sandwich but it later ended up on my bedroom floor....partially digested. That too, my poor husband had to clean up.
I have such wonderful caring people in my life. Not only my husband, but also my friends. Later in the morning Katie texted me from the school to check on me, and this is what I replied:
Not s secret, Yout kidding l! Procrdursl recr? Nubrs! Crazy
The English department got a good laugh decoding that one! What was that I said about kind, caring friends. ;) Just another day in the life...
Truly,
~Cinderella
Friday, August 17, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Two Years!
Yesterday, Matt and I celebrated our second anniversary in what some might consider a rather lackluster commemoration of the big day. We, however, thought the day was perfect in all its quirkiness and practicality.
The day began the day before, on June 4th, with a phone call to the Overton Hotel to cancel our reservation. Sweet Matt had booked a suite for us, but when he told me about the surprise I suggested that we cancel. I reasoned we should save our money for our upcoming vacation with the children to Disney World, and instead of leaving for the night we could spend our special day with them. Having no qualms with my decision, he happily canceled. Later on in the day, just before bedtime, he said he needed to run to the store to grab something. I knew that was code for "buy an anniversary card so that I have it for Marsi in the morning."
Now some women might be offended by this last minute purchase, but I didn't mind because I hadn't bought him a card. In fact, I went to the store with him! So there we were, standing in the card aisle at United picking out the perfect card for one another. Matt seemed more upset by the situation than I, saying that our apathetic action was an bad omen for things to come, but I disagreed.
"Listen, we like to have original moments, don't we? This is unique to us and we'll always remember this anniversary, above all others, the one where we stood side by side to pick out our cards for one another." I explained, but he still seemed unconvinced. I knew I must appeal to his practical side and remain excited.
"I found yours! It's perfect!" I enthusiastically announced.
With that, he selected the envelope to the one he was reading, placed the card inside, and returned my sentiment.
"Let's exchange here, then we don't have to buy them!" I emphatically stated.
"RH-EALLY?" he said, looking around to see if anyone was watching. Though cautious, I knew he liked the idea of saving money. When he was sure the coast was clear, we gave each other the card we had chosen.
He had decided on card that beautifully described our relationship and I had chosen one about his fine qualities as a husband.
After we read them I said, "Okay, now tell me what you would have written inside." Matt thought for a moment before offering up the most encouraging, appreciative words that made my heart smile. On my turn, I attempted a poetic rendition portraying my undying love, but poetry isn't birthed inside a supermarket; thus I turned to prose. I described how he is the most giving and unselfish man, who possesses patience and kindness, and I thanked him for being such a strong and successful provider for our family. I felt more love for him in that moment, than one in which I would have simply opened and read a card. This was authentic, this was a first, and this was us. We hugged, put the cards back, and hurried off to the bread aisle.
And what did we do on the big day? Matt worked but took a break to have brunch with me at IHOP. Yes, IHOP. It's what we wanted. For dinner I made spaghetti, and we sipped Merlot. The children ran screaming from the dining room when we stood to dance in the kitchen to our song, "She's Everything" by Brad Paisley. He kissed me when the song ended, and with that kiss our perfectly practical anniversary concluded.
Truly,
Cinderella
The day began the day before, on June 4th, with a phone call to the Overton Hotel to cancel our reservation. Sweet Matt had booked a suite for us, but when he told me about the surprise I suggested that we cancel. I reasoned we should save our money for our upcoming vacation with the children to Disney World, and instead of leaving for the night we could spend our special day with them. Having no qualms with my decision, he happily canceled. Later on in the day, just before bedtime, he said he needed to run to the store to grab something. I knew that was code for "buy an anniversary card so that I have it for Marsi in the morning."
Now some women might be offended by this last minute purchase, but I didn't mind because I hadn't bought him a card. In fact, I went to the store with him! So there we were, standing in the card aisle at United picking out the perfect card for one another. Matt seemed more upset by the situation than I, saying that our apathetic action was an bad omen for things to come, but I disagreed.
"Listen, we like to have original moments, don't we? This is unique to us and we'll always remember this anniversary, above all others, the one where we stood side by side to pick out our cards for one another." I explained, but he still seemed unconvinced. I knew I must appeal to his practical side and remain excited.
"I found yours! It's perfect!" I enthusiastically announced.
With that, he selected the envelope to the one he was reading, placed the card inside, and returned my sentiment.
"Let's exchange here, then we don't have to buy them!" I emphatically stated.
"RH-EALLY?" he said, looking around to see if anyone was watching. Though cautious, I knew he liked the idea of saving money. When he was sure the coast was clear, we gave each other the card we had chosen.
He had decided on card that beautifully described our relationship and I had chosen one about his fine qualities as a husband.
After we read them I said, "Okay, now tell me what you would have written inside." Matt thought for a moment before offering up the most encouraging, appreciative words that made my heart smile. On my turn, I attempted a poetic rendition portraying my undying love, but poetry isn't birthed inside a supermarket; thus I turned to prose. I described how he is the most giving and unselfish man, who possesses patience and kindness, and I thanked him for being such a strong and successful provider for our family. I felt more love for him in that moment, than one in which I would have simply opened and read a card. This was authentic, this was a first, and this was us. We hugged, put the cards back, and hurried off to the bread aisle.
And what did we do on the big day? Matt worked but took a break to have brunch with me at IHOP. Yes, IHOP. It's what we wanted. For dinner I made spaghetti, and we sipped Merlot. The children ran screaming from the dining room when we stood to dance in the kitchen to our song, "She's Everything" by Brad Paisley. He kissed me when the song ended, and with that kiss our perfectly practical anniversary concluded.
Truly,
Cinderella
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