Yoga pants and wine are welcome.

Do you ever have those days that start out really fab and just slowly decline into one big shitshow? Welp, welcome to my Thursday, friends!

This morning started off just GRAND. I slept an unprecedented 8 hours of sleep for the second night in a row and woke up practically dancing to the shower. Boyfriend and I were both ready and out the door on time-- another shocker. The slight negative start to the day was the toasty 8 degree temperature that greeted us, because THAT is TOTALLY normal. Especially when you're wearing tights and a sweater dress under your coat, donned with riding boots. Let me tell you, three pairs of socks or not, riding boots doth not warm toes make.

I had the outfit (and my body warmth) completely managed until I got to the train and realized that the train at the platform was emptying, not loading.

That's not a good sign when it's warm and the birds are singing. When it's single digit cold and you're losing feeling in your fingers and toes, it's your worst nightmare. I walk further down the line and assume my regular position (precisely where a door will open when the next train pulls in) to wait. The train arrives and I manage to secure a tiny spot between a person and the door, basically sealing a wall of people with my body. And then, out of nowhere, a woman comes legit scurrying towards my door and is SHOVING people in their backs to push in. She didn't speak a word of English and didn't get the message when obscenities started coming her way. Trust me-- I'd there's room, people will squish. Right then, there was NO ROOM. Persistent motherfudger that she was, she wiggled into a spot... and pulled out her very foreign smelling breakfast.

Lady, the T is nasty enough. I am practically violating the man in front of me and you have the oomph to squeeze on here and it something that smells as if it passed away and has been preserved for years? I DON'T THINK SO.

So I survive and get to work, swing by to say hi to my sweet friend Irene who runs my building's coffee stand, head to my desk to drop off my coat and purse... And it was off to the races. I didn't stop moving for the next four hours.

There's a weekly meeting that I attend regarding construction for our future office space and today it got intense! There was yelling and demanding and arguing back and forth... completely unrelated to me but vividly happening around me, while I tried to stare out of the window and take my mind to a pretty place. And then I got the giggles. It took all of the strength in my soul to reign myself in and put a lid on it. I don't know what set me off, but once it did I was gone and I could feel the men eyeing me like "This girl is calling the shots?" Oh yes, constructionmen. I iz.

As soon as I got back to my desk it was like a revolving door for the rest of the day. Yes, it's my job to help people all day long but for the love! Give a girl a break! If I have a bite of my lunch on my fork when I finally break at 2:30, let me take, chew, and finish the bite... deal? At one point I texted Brian and told him I would kindly appreciate his picking up a bottle of wine on his way home. Smart boy said no problemo.

Fast forward to an hour and a half ago. After staying a little late, thinking I'd beat the first rush of people to the train, I bundle up and head off to the tracks.

For those of you who aren't blessed with the presence of public transportation in their daily lives, whenever you walk up to any kind of stop (bus, train, shuttle) and you notice that there's a crowd of people resembling an angry mob already waiting, rest assured that your commute will be effed. My commute today was effed to epic proportions.

After the morning fiasco of train-dumping, tonight I dealt with "no train showing" for an hour. I walked up to the stop at 5:20, started to walk a mile to the opposite train line (of course only to hear my train pull in when I was juuuust far enough away to not run back), walked BACK to wait... And finally got on the next train at 5:56. That's a long time to wait in the cold, my friends.

A train ride, transfer, and a non-comfy seat later and I'm almost home. I had big plans for the gym tonight but I think it perhaps may be the type of evening I need to go home, take a hot shower, put on my favorite yoga pants, make friends with my wine, and have quality TV time with Brian.

He does, after all, get major points for replying to my "I'm walking a mile in the cold and I just might cry an-- my train pulled in! What?! Are you kidding me?! I HATE the train! I missed it!?" with

"I take it tonight calls for a big bottle?"

Oh yes. That man knows me oh-so-well.