Article by Wendy McCance
It’s been a while since I had one of those mornings. You know those mornings where everything goes wrong and you wish you could go back to bed and have a do-over?
This morning there was a knock on the bedroom door. My oldest daughter who (thankfully) sets her own alarm clock knocked on the bedroom door and announced she needed to be at school in 5 minutes. It was 7:05am and we usually get up at 6:00am to wake the kids and get ready for work and school.
Somehow she never thought to wake us up earlier. There were four of us still sleeping and we should have all been up an hour earlier.
I have no idea why, but my husband, who was sleeping next to me had turned off the alarm and was sleeping soundly. Well, when we heard our daughter knocking on the door, we both sprang out of bed, mumbling a few choice words and ran around throwing on clothes.
I now remember vaguely hearing it go off earlier this morning. Worse yet, my husband called me later from work and asked if I remembered that when the alarm went off, I asked him to turn it off. Now that he mentions it, yep, I remember.
My husband was late for work. He starts work at 7:00am. Within five minutes, he was dressed and out the door with my oldest child. I was grateful that he was taking her to school because I still had two more kids to get out the door.
So there were two other children who still hadn’t woken up yet, but were supposed to be at a bus stop in 20 minutes. I woke the kids and went about making them some breakfast as they threw on their clothes. I knew they wouldn’t make the bus and that I would need to drive them to school.
The kids were wonderful about getting ready. You would think that this was their daily routine. By 7:40am we were out the door. My daughter who hadn’t had a chance to eat breakfast at home had a bagel with cream cheese on a plate.
Hold on tight, this is where the story gets worse.
The kids got dropped off at school and I needed to rush back home to take a shower before heading off to work myself. On the way home, as I turned a corner, my purse which had been sitting between me and the passenger seat fell over onto the plate that my daughter had her bagel on. There was a big glob of cream cheese on the plate which was now covering a portion of my purse. To make matters worse, my purse had tipped upside-down onto that plate and all of the contents were spilling out.
When you are driving, it’s rather hard to clean up a purse or put the contents of that purse back where they belong. As I drove, more things kept flying out of my purse onto that plate of cream cheese. I was not thrilled.
Back at home, I ran into the house after stuffing what I could in my purse and went about cleaning up the cream cheese mess which was everywhere. It was now 8:15am and I had to be at work at 9:00am.
I ran upstairs and took the quickest shower of my life. I threw on clothes, got my hair halfway blown dry, packed up my laptop and ran out the door.
I got to work with one minute to spare. I felt like a champion for juggling so many things so quickly. I had not a speck of makeup on, my hair was disheveled, but I was at work on time. Whew.
I went into the bathroom and put on some makeup. I tried my best to tidy up my hair and then I went to my office.
I unpacked the laptop, took off my jacket and began to do some work. I opened a container of yogurt that I had grabbed on the way out the door and folded up the lid. I got up to throw out the top of the yogurt container and happened to look down. Somehow I had gotten yogurt on a few spots on my black shirt and believe it or not, in my hair.
What the hell?
I went to the bathroom for the second time and cleaned up.
Now I am back in my office, typing on my laptop about what my morning was like. I am praying that the worst of my morning is now behind me.
Have you ever had one of those days where everything seems to go wrong?
Side note: My husband called to see how my morning went. I relayed the story I just told you. As I was talking with him, the woman in the next office came in laughing and pointing at me. She was laughing so hard that there were tears rolling down her face. I told my husband to hold for a moment and asked the woman if she had heard what I had just said on the phone. She said she had and that it was just hysterical.
Great, I managed to embarrass myself. I didn’t think my story was that funny, but apparently I made the woman in the next office’s day. 🙂
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