Yesterday was stressful. It was stressful for a variety of reasons, but the reasons don't really matter. The point is that I was STRESSED OUT. Rex wasn't home, so I was sitting in our apartment getting more and more stressed all by myself. I realized I was spiraling into panic, so I decided to get out of the house and clear my head so that I could refocus and get the things done that I needed to.
I started out driving without a really clear idea of where I was headed. I was just out for a drive. Ten minutes later, I magically found myself pulling into the parking lot of the local bridal shop. Why was I there? I'm still not really sure. I think I have a silk and sparkles radar, and a subconscious part of my brain hones in on those items. Whatever the reason, I found myself walking up to the store. Even as I was walking, the logical part of my brain was saying, "What are you doing here? What are you doing here?!? CHRISTINE - WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" I walked in anyway. The woman asked me what she could help me with, and without thinking I blurted out, "I am looking for a tiara." WHAT?! No I'm not! I think there is a part of my brain that is wired to seek out the most girly items in the world, and that part of my brain had somehow wired itself to my voicebox. Anyway, the woman asked me, "Oh, do you already have your dress?" "Yes!" the slightly psychotic part of my brain answered. "It is strapless, and covered in lace..." I went into great detail on my wedding dress (which I neglected to mention that I already used). She said it sounded pretty. And as for the date of my wedding? "May 21." I wasn't even lying - she didn't ask for the YEAR. At that point the logical part of my brain threw up its hands in disgust, as if to say, "You are completely hopeless." Then I proceeded to try on tiaras for absolutely no reason whatsoever. It was fun; reminiscent of playing dress-up when I was three. Even though I couldn't really figure out why I was there, it was fun and helped me to feel less stressed. I went home and counted the experience as a productive endeavor.
Later that night, I decided to take a bath. There are few things in the world more relaxing than a soothing bath. I got the water started and then went back to working on the things I needed to get done. When I anticipated that my bath was probably almost full, I went into the bathroom to check on it. What I found was our VERY curious kitty circling the tub, studying the water. She would pat the surface with her little paw, then jump back all startled when the water was wet. She kept walking around and around the tub, and I knew what was coming next (I'm sure you do too). One time she leaned a liiiiitle too far over (presumably to sniff or lick the water), and SPLASH!!!! The kitty was plunged into the hot water. Because she is so small and our tub is pretty big, she couldn't touch the bottom. She started flailing around like a drowning toddler (she has never been in water before), and she looked very scared. Poor thing! After her rescue, I felt kind of bad for not rescuing her from the edge before she fell in. But it was so funny! And plus, she had to learn that lesson anyway, right?! RIGHT?!?! Fine. I would be a bad mom. I know. Anyway, she looked hilarious with her usually fluffy fur all matted down against her drenched little body. Rex took care of her so that I could still have my bath (although there was kitty fur in it, so I still had to take a shower). He wrapped her in a towel and held her like a little baby Jesus from a nativity scene. She looked pretty angry, though I was confused if it was from falling in the water or from being treated like baby Jesus. Whatever the reason, the poor little kitty had a pretty stressful night. I'm trying to be extra nice to her today to help her de-stress. Perhaps I will take her to go try on tiaras.
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