It's been the kind of day...

It's been the kind of day ...during which I felt grateful to make my way to Pilates, first thing, and slog through an hour with a wonderful group of women; ...during which I got a lot done but none of it was anything of interest to reminisce about later; ...during which I ate pasta for both lunch and dinner; ...during which a primary accomplishment was to style my hair and actually get dressed in a thoughtfully-constructed outfit; ...during which said outfit was splattered with pizza grease by hungry kids not three hours later; ...during which, in the midst of my own dinner, a rogue spaghetti noodle flung juice towards my white jeans and I sprinted upstairs to change into PJs, defeated; ...during which it was continuously, deceptively cold; ...during which I made a cocktail at 6:00p only to have smashed the shaker together so tightly that I couldn't open said cocktail for quite some, ice-meltingly, cocktail-watering-downly time; ...during which I turned down my hubs' invite to watch TV together, even though I miss him, because I simply must go to bed and read at least one page of anything.