Lady with a Knife

High Point:

A nice, two hour nap.

Low Point:

Waking up SO entirely thirsty! I nearly ran into the kitchen to get a small bottled soda. I reached in and grabbed one of the three remaining bottles. Twist...twist... UGH! ... T.W.I.S.T...*huff puff huff puff* ..it just won't budge. And with each second passing that I'm trying to open the darned bottle, my thirst increases exponentially. To the point where I had to grab something else - anything else - that I could drink from the fridge just to simmer down the thirsty beast within me. But I was really bothered that I couldn't open this bottle of soda. So I exchange it for antoher one. That one too - won't budge. And exchanged the second bottle for the third. Same story. Won't open. By that time I had had it, so I take out one of my knives from the wood block and begin sawing on the darned neck of the bottle. Sawed (is that such a word even?) right through the plastic lid and lid ring until I heard the ting ting ting of the metal blade on glass. Cut all the way around that sucker and Ahhhh!! Bliss! I had finally got it open.

I didn't really want to lay down, but figured while the munchkin slept - I should too. It's hard forcing myself to rest like I'm supposed to. But I have to keep reminding myself, this isn't about ME and MY agenda - it's about the miracle of life that I'm harboring inside me.