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Bohemian declares Tutu Day

For those who know me, the enormous life challenges that I am about to share with you, my appreciated readers, will come as no surprise. In the world of this Bohemian B, Mornings plus Mondays equal mayhem and are only but two of the many challenges I am forced to face weekly. The list of challenges could go on indefinitely, but for today we will stop at Mornings and Mondays and see how these on-going challenges can be combated.  Being the problem-solver type of Bohemian that I am, I had to take a time-out and re-evaluate the seriousness of the two M-word issues; how they affect the quality of my life and then find a reasonable and more importantly, do-able method of fixing and preventing the mayhem left in their wake. 

    Firstly, let me start with Mondays.  After finding sanctuary in solitude this past weekend and after a very hectically busy week, the serenity of my much needed and desperately craved after quite me-time came as a welcome relief.  This, however,was soon ruined by the ever looming Monday, who was sadistically waiting for me just around the corner of serene Sunday.  There just had to be a better way to start a new week!  And there it was, right in front of my eyes and posted to my Facebook page, the answer I so desperately had been seeking: Tutu’s.  It is absolutely impossible to feel anything but elated and enthusiastic when clad in a tutu.  So I decided to declare every Monday, Bohemian Tutu Day.

 Having reached this exciting and completely fun decision on Sunday night brought me to the second dilemma in need of urgent attention, being Mornings.  Well, after the declaration of B’s Tutu Day had been all but set in stone, the morning problem sorted itself out!  Being Bohemian and being a woman is self-explanatory when it comes to wardrobe planning, hence solving the early-up-on-a-Monday-morning disaster.  I had an outfit to plan involving a Tutu! Much to do!  So as Monday morning assaulted me with the sound of doom, (my alarm) painfully ripping through my slumber and announcing the new day, I vaguely recalled something of importance from the night before and as I snuggled further down beneath my comforting duvet it hit me, Tutu Day!  I flung the duvet from my warm body and hardly noticed the severe cold trying to grab hold of my then, wide awake body. 

   After trying numerous variations of Tutu-agreeable fashion combinations, I had finally decided on the perfect outfit, the outfit worthy of kicking Monday morning’s butt!  A muffled meow grabbed my attention and I realized that I may have solved today’s problem of Monday morning, but had in the process created a Monday evening dilemma that my fury  companion pointed out to me.  Upon arriving at home I would have ‘operation-find-bed’ to tackle, as it had now been transformed into a mountain of once possible, yet failed attempts at the perfect Bohemian Tutu Day outfit.

   Now that the once, ‘Monday morning mayhem’, had been taken care of and my mind-set prepared for Monday evenings ‘operation-find-bed’, I felt immensely proud of myself, managing to be (relatively) on time for work, indicating a good week to follow.  Now, how to motivate Tuesday morning problem solving, I wonder…

Until next week, hopefully with more problem solving techniques set in place!

Glitter greetings (and all things shiny)

Bohemian B