Just last week, I had one hell of a day. First I was jolted awake by the
sound of a slamming door at 5am. I shot out of bed and did a stumble
sprint through the house, checking my son who was still sleeping half on
and half off his bed. But sound asleep. So then I kept sprint
stumbling through the house, down the stairs and realized about half way
down (what the hell am I going to hurt someone with, my fuzzy slippers?
Not like that would scare them)
Although, the look of my hair going
everywhere like meddussa would probably scare even me! Since I already
had the momentum of going downward and the force of gravity were not
going to work in my favor stopping and turning around, I kept going
down. Then I looked around the dining room and the kitchen...everything
quiet. The glow from the neon clock was giving a soft light throughout
the kitchen. I then went to the living room and checked the front door.
Just as I left it....*sigh* Then I checked the garage door....just as I
left it too another *sigh* everything normal. So as I climbed the
stairs back to my room I was contemplating whether I had lost my mind
completely and was just hearing things or that I might have dreamed
it....running through my dreamland...could not remember anything. When
I passed through the hall by my office/spare room...I heard it
again....This time I knew it was coming from in there, so I went in.
One of my website programs (Bet you can't guess which one....FUBAR) was running still and when someone changes
their status there is the sound of a door slamming...I did a mental
head smacking of my forehead and turned down the volume. Then against my
better judgement I went back to bed...knowing full well my alarm was
going off in another 30 min.
About 1 million snooze button hits later I woke up at the Butt Crack of
Holy Shit I am late...6:45. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom
and did what anyone would do in this situation....Panicked. I took a
lovely, Sponge bath, cleaning all the important areas...washed my face,
flipped my head over and untangled the curls best I could with my
fingers, teased it a little bit...then flipped it back up.....curled
about five strands to make it look like I put some effort into it...put
my make up on, ran to my room, threw on my jeans and a sweater and was
off to wake the hell child(not really a hellion but at the time this is what I thought) ...who just like me is running at the pace of
a turtle on a bad day going 0-60 in about a month.
Of course I am trying to not show the panic to him...and still trying to
rush him to getting ready. At 7:05 we were both down stairs and he
decides that he is hungry. Great...another time consuming
activity....knowing full well that as a 5 year old everything takes
longer....So I got him a bowl of cereal and we finally left the house at
7:30. Yikes, I was thinking to myself I wanted to be to work by 7:30,
not just leaving the house. Since I was late I called the sitter and
told him that I would drop the slow one (my son) off at school (cause as all you parents know, when it is time to go...we are not the ones late they are) and then head out to work.
When we got to school, my boy was served another breakfast....Guess what he may be skinny but that
boy really can eat. (Good thing though)
So I got to post and then went and bought coffee at the PX. At this
time I was more calm realizing that even though I had not made it to
work by 7:30 I was still early for 8:00. Hmmmm Got to work by 8 am and began
everything like a normal day. Fun don't you think.
Thank you for spending our hard earned tax dollars to sit here and hear
my rantings!!! It shows that you are putting the money to its maximum
capability. Trust me when I say, "it doesn't go unnoticed."
Have a great day!!!
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