And then . . .

Ever have one of those days? You know the kind I'm talking about. You are rushing b/c you are running late (be it from sleeping too long or from not realizing what the actual time was). You get all of your stuff from one end of the house ready and walk to the other end of the house. You are getting ready to go out the door. Then you realize you did not put on your watch. Trek back to the bedroom at the other end of the house. Back to the outside door.

Then you realize the shoes you want to wear are still in the closet b/c you got out the wrong ones. So, another cross-house trek. Hmmm . . . where's the other shoe? Well I can wear these. No, it's cold outside. Where is that stinking shoe? I know I put them in the closet in twos. Ah, there it is. How did it get on the shelf? Oh well, gotta go. Another cross-house trek.

Bye honey, I'm out the door. Oh no Abby! What did you do to cooler and where is the meat that was thawing in it? Sigh. Deal with that. Go to the car.

Where are my freaking keys?!?!?! ABIGAIL!!! Did you take my keys? Go back in the house. Oh. Sorry Abby. They were still hanging on the key rack. Where is my purse? On the porch swing. Where is the outgoing mail? Still on the table. Go back in the house and get mail.

Crank car. Where is my phone? Back in the house. Cell phone still on charger by door. Hmmm . . . I'm thirsty. Get water out of fridge. Ready to go. Oh no! Where is the book I wanted to finish at lunch? In the bedroom, of course. Another lonely cross-house trek. That is IT!! If I've left anything else I will do without it!!!

Get in the car. Halfway down the driveway realize you are still wearing your house shoes—the pink, faded, stained ones you wear to run out to the wash room. Go back to the house and put on your shoes.

Drive to dad's house to pick up his bills to pay while in town (to save him a trip). Meet him b/c you were running late. Get the bills. Head to town. 

Get stopped at road construction you usually miss (they don't start before 7:30 and you are usually at work at that time). Wait. Wait. Wait.

Are they building the Brooklyn Bridge while you are in line? ARGH!! Get to work. FINALLY! Then think of all the things you have to do at lunch and realize you will NOT get to finish that book at lunch. Bummer.

Sigh. And then there is the return trip. Hopefully not as dramatic!