Yesterday morning was epic. And looking back, it really isn’t as terrible as it felt.
But in the moment I was beside myself.
5:27am – My alarm goes off. I get up, shower, and get ready for work.
6:17am – I realize I’m two minutes later than normal and hurry downstairs.
6:18am – I realize I never set up the coffee pot the night before and get the coffee brewing.
6:23am – I sit down to eat my cereal.
6:28am – I start packing my lunch. I cannot find my lunchbag anywhere and I am frantically looking through the cabinets while mentally cursing my mother and sister who had baked the night before and clearly hid it.
6:29am – I give up on the lunchbag and throw my lunch in my purse.
6:30am – I realize I never put on deodorant. I sort through my purse and its not there. I run upstairs and root through the bathroom. It’s not there. I crack Sarah’s door open and ask her where she keeps her deodorant. She manages to tell me in her sleep it’s in the middle white drawer on her desk, but it’s not there. So I give up and run downstairs. I throw on my coat, grab my two bags, and then realize I never got any of that coffee I brewed. So I head back to the kitchen.
6:35am – I grab my two bags, grab my travel mug, and grab my umbrella – finally I am out the door. I am now five minutes late.
6:36am – I am holding up my umbrella and have two bags on one arm with my travel mug in the opposite hand. With that hand I am trying to fish my keys out of my purse that is also holding my lunch. I succeed in finding my keys and go to open my back door when my purse turns sideways and everything falls out. My apple is rolling down the street. I was so frustrated I literally yelled out loud. At 6:36 in the morning.
6:38am – I am in my car, pulling out of my street, leaving Mark a voicemail of me pretty much sobbing because everything has gone wrong, I’m late, and I don’t have deodorant on.
6:55am – I pull into work and manage to get the umbrella, bags, and coffee all in my hands once again. I feel something hitting my leg and I cannot figure out what is it. I look down and see that the belt of my trench coat is sopping wet. Yes. Every car that passed me saw this black and white patterned belt flapping in the pouring rain as I drove by. Oh I also forgot to mention. My black work heels are broken. The nail is exposed on the right heel. So I hobble with every step I take and I make the most terrible sound when the nail pivots on the ground. Really really cool, right?
6:56am – I get into work and put my coffee down on my desk. I start dropping my bags and closing my umbrella when something catches my eye. I look back at my travel mug and there sitting so happily is a spider. I’m not kidding. So either it crawled off of me between the car and my desk OR it was crawled onto the mug in my car. Either way I’m not a happy camper. And in most scenarios I would have to give myself a pep talk to even begin formulating a spider-kill-plan. Not yesterday friends. Yesterday I grabbed that travel mug and kicked the spider off and then stepped on it without even really thinking.
6:57am – I clocked in. Went to my mailbox, etc. etc.
7:03am – I finally sat down at my desk. And immediately texted my mother to call me asap. She called and I told her my saga and she managed to stifle her laughter and kept totally quite up until the part where my apple went rolling. And then I felt much better.
So that’s the story of my terrible, no good morning.
Mark just let me listen to the voicemail I left him.
Definitely not my proudest moment.
But its Thanksgiving and today I was totally prepared for my morning .
So Happy Turkey Day!!
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