Day 4 Kill It With Kindness Challenge

Day four starts off much the same as day three.

Samurai warrior rampage has spread to the floor and walk in robe (?) 
*See days one, two and three of challenge.*

I clumsily throw my left leg over the edge of the bed, my foot thuds onto the plush carpeted floor, this is followed by the second thud of my other sleepy hoof. Slowly I lift up my body as my drowsy torso slumps over my heavy legs for a moment...... Or four.

Not deterred, I straighten up and through itchy eyes, fumble my way towards the bathroom in search of eye drops, anti histamines all the while yearning for a non puffy reflection.... Not today...

Here we go!

Not so early.






Quick school drop off.

Toot toot toot.

Work.



Whew, made it.

Music! Yes, music soothes me. I prop my phone up at my desk and select shuffle on my pre-selected "Sunday" playlist. The dulcet sounds of Damien Rice, Katie Noonan and Lucy Schwartz fill the air, my head and my disposition.

I organize my day, sort my work load, plan my breaks... Today will be a splendidly fun day! "Dang I'm good!".

Yet again, my day runs well. I smile, chortle, go the extra mile.

I (ridiculously) make the rash decision to not take my lunch break today and work right through until I leave for the day. Me thinks that was not a clever idea. I become ever so slightly flustered, my eye may or may not have been twitching and I may or may not have unkindly dropped the "F" bomb under my breath.

Oops.

I take a step back, breathe, start again.

Smile.

I casually allow fellow drivers merge into my lane without the lane racing dance that ever so frequently occurs during the daily peak hour (humans in cars are ridiculous) commute.

Home. Sweet. Home.

Family dinner, we discuss our favourite parts of our day. Playing with friends and having fun are the main focus (and that's just Cam!).

I watch some telly (that's television for all you intellectually well spoken humans) and watch a program about a wealthy family from the UK sponsoring another family who is under the national poverty line. The kindness of strangers.... The families had never met. The selfless, kind gift moved me to tears, gigantic blubbering snotty faced tears.

Alas, today I slipped back into old habits.

Today I am a 3 out of 6.

Excited	6
Happy	5
At Ease	4
Meh	3
A wee frazzled	2
Overwhelmed	1