Catybug giggled as I doodled out her “sandwich bag art” this morning. We had 5 minutes. Then 3 minutes. Then one minute – then we were late to leave the house. When we’re about to be late, and I still have a headful of hair to comb – that would be me – the little stick figure with the “Oh No! Mr. Bill!” look on his face.
I dug the espresso machine out of the pantry lastnight, cleaned it up and stopped by the coffee shop for some ground beans and vanilla flavoring. That was a smart move, because I needed that latte to put me in overdrive and get the girls to school on time today.
Now if I could just figure out how to go back to “idle” mode…
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MY MORNING GOES LIKE THIS:
WAKE UP 10 MINUTES LATE DO TO NOT HEARING MY ALARM.
SHOWER AND TAKE 5 EXTRA MINUTES BECAUSE I’M FALLING ASLEEP STANDING THERE.
GET DRESSED IN THE OUTFIT I CHOSE AND WASHED LAST NIGHT SO AS NOT TO HAVE TO DECIDE WHAT TO WEAR THIS MORINGING AND DISCOVER THAT THE POCKETS ON THE BACK OF MY PANTS MAKE MY BUTT LOOK LIKE IT HAS WINGS W/ THE SWEATER I HAVE ON.
CHANGE MY PANTS.
MAKE LUNCH FOR THE KIDS (I HAVE TO PACK A LUNCH THAT DOES NOT HAVE PEANUT BUTTER IN IT BECAUSE ONE OF THE KIDS IN THE CLASS IS ALERGIC TO PEANUT BUTTER). LUNCH WAS A COLD HOTDOG TODAY.
WALK OUT THE DOOR W/ A WET HEAD- GET INTO MY CAR- GET OUT OF MY CAR-GO BACK INTO HOUSE BECAUSE I FORGOT TO GRAB A HANDFUL OF “AUNT FLOWS” BUNGI CORDS- GET BACK INTO CAR AND DRIVE TO WORK. 10 MIN LATE!!!
:grumpy:
WHAT A MORNING. :indifferent:
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