Not exactly the way I would have liked either. This past week I have had trouble sleeping at night. This morning I woke up around 6 and decided I was going to do something useful since I couldn't fall back to sleep. I swept the floors and mopped the upstairs and downstairs and then threw in some laundry. I noticed Joseph was still up so we Skyped for a bit. It kinda felt like a wave of sleep passed over me but I had to bring Hayden to school. Ok.. so 2 min drive and then 2 min back meant I could go back to sleep in like 5 min.
I load the kids in the truck and start backing out of the driveway. Keep in mind it's pretty dark and I feel as if I'm sleepwalking at this point. I hear a BOOM when I get to the road. Thinking I may have just hit a snowdrift I keep backing up (not sure what my logic of this was). After hearing a second BOOM I decided maybe I should actually get out of the truck to see what I hit. I get out of the truck (hair is a mess and I'm in pjs) and realize I ran over not 1 but 2 of my neighbors trash cans...that were full... of trash.... The first few words that popped into my head (or maybe I said them out loud, I cant remember, I'm still asleep) I can't repeat. So I thought maybe I could pick it up real fast and hope I didn't bust his trash cans. But then I quickly realize that not only did he not use bags in his trash cans so there is individual trash EVERYWHERE, but he is standing 4 feet away in shock. This is where I am completely humiliated and apologize profusely. He said it was alright and started picking up the trash. Of course I go to help and he shoos me off.
I have actually been meaning to meet him since they moved in recently, but I'm sure I am now dubbed 'The crazy lady who can't drive and runs over trashcans'... My fail for the day :(
In good news I started my art journaling again today. My goal is to do 2 pages a day.
Oh!! And 1 month down for Josephs deployment!!! :D