I had intended on going to the gym this morning, having missed almost an entire month thanks to that nice little adventure with pneumonia. I have a routine when I go to the gym.
I pack whatever I'm going to wear for work the next day in my bag the night before and set it, ready to go, by my bedroom door. Then I lay out whatever I'm going to wear to the gym in the morning on the back of my computer chair. Well I had the hardest time falling asleep last night and when I woke up this morning I decided that I was entirely too tired to go work out and snoozed my alarm for another 45 minutes.
Doesn't it always seem like the 7 minutes of sleep you get in between snoozes is more restful than however many hours you may get the entire night before?
I'm not one of those people who get up extra early so I have time to lounge around while I'm getting ready. I have a very simple and efficient routine that pretty much never changes. I am normally ready and out the door in 30-45 minutes from the time I get out of bed.
This is an outline of my normal non-gym morning routine:
Lay out clothes for work
Dry hair (still in towel)
Put on lotion
Put on pants
Put on bra
Put on makeup (I learned the hard way if I put my shirt on before my makeup I'm almost guaranteed to drop my mascara or lipstick and it will almost always inadvertently land on my shirt)
Put on shirt
Grab phone, keys, and shoes and walk out the door.
I don't know if it was because I changed my original plan and had to pull different clothes out of the closet to wear or if I was just still really not fully awake, but after I put my makeup on I somehow managed to not notice that I'd skipped a very important part of my morning routine.
I went to the kitchen, looked in the fridge to see if there was anything I wanted to bring for lunch, there wasn't. So I grabbed my phone, stuck it in my pocket, grabbed my keys, opened the closet and slipped on my flip flops and put my hand on the door knob to leave.
I always look around the house before I walk out to make sure I didn't forget anything. Bedroom door closed to keep the cat out - check, air turned up so it doesn't run all day - check, lights off - check.
I had this unshakable feeling that I'd forgotten something but for the life of me couldn't put my finger on it. Then I looked out the living room windows.
I have 3 large windows that span almost the entire wall in my living room. They face the street. I always leave my blinds halfway up to let in natural light. As I look up at the windows I see a guy walking down the sidewalk and the thought came to me, "Oh he's going to see me standing here in my bra!".
Then the thought occurred to me. Holy Crap I'm standing here in my bra!!
I just stood there for a second thinking, Wow.. if this is not an indication that it's going to be a Monday to beat all Mondays I don't know what is! I have to wonder, if that guy hadn't walked by at that particular moment if I'd have made it all the way out to my car before realizing I didn't have a shirt on.
Needless to say I marched myself right back into my bedroom, picked my shirt up off the back of my computer chair where it had been all morning, put it on and went to work.
I tell ya, I've forgotten things before, my lunch, papers I needed, a book that I had to return to the library, but I have never in my life forgotten to put on an article of clothing before walking out the door and I have to say, for my sake, and everyone else's I hope I never do again!