Getting There Not So Gracefully

Did you ever have one of those mornings that everything seemed to be not wrong maybe, but just not exactly right?  Yep, this morning was one of those.  The past few weeks I've been waking up inexplicably early.  It's not that big a problem since I've got several catnaps scheduled throughout the day, but it's annoying.

The most annoying part is that when I NEED to get up is when I do NOT wake up inexplicably at 8 a.m. 

I went to sleep last night knowing I had to pick my daughter up from school at 11:30 instead of the usual 12:00.  She's a senior this year and is on early release since she's only got a few classes.  Generally she sticks around and has lunch with her friends but since she had to be at work at 1:00 today, she wanted me to pick her up early and we planned to have lunch together.  So what time do I wake up this morning?  10:30.  Of course.  Shower?  Pssht, no time for that, we'll deal with that later.  Jump up grab a bra and a pair of socks, look for jeans.  Realize they're downstairs on the washing machine where I undressed last night to put on my pajama pants right out of the dryer.  

Shirt?  Ummmm, who knows.  Do I really need a shirt?  Some of the shirts people wear now are smaller than bras, but then my bra is the size of a regular shirt.  Do I really want people to see that?  Besides it's chilly out and I'd hate to put some unsuspecting person's eye out.  

So down the stairs I go butt naked except for bra and socks in hand.  Thank GOD no one is home.  I sincerely hope the whole not seeing through the windows while it's daylight is true.  Otherwise God help my neighbor.  Jeans acquired, bra on, shirt found, socks in hand, I sit down to discover what?  I've got new followers!  Yay!  So much for shirt and socks, they can wait.  I'm covered and that's good enough.

I'll apologize now for the visual you probably just got of me seeing your posts in nothing but jeans and a bra.  At least it's a pretty bra so that counts right?

Let's just say I exited the house with one shoe on, hopping down the front stairs while I put the other on, with keys in my mouth, cell phone in one hand, purse falling off my shoulder and jumping two cats on the way to the car.  Another stunning visual right there.  I'm just thankful I didn't end up in the emergency room like I usually do.  That loveys is a story for another day.

Now, I'll give you one guess as to what happens when you're running late.

The proverbial slowpoke in front of you.  This one?  Is from New York.  Now I'm confused.  Do New Yorkers come here and drive slow just to get back at us for trying to drive in their city?  I don't know.  I'm still confused about the whole thing.  I did get flipped off when I passed her going 90 in a 45 though, so at least I got that little nibble of the Big Apple today.  Yes, a lovely young lady from New York was in front of me on a two-lane for about 12 miles.  The speed limit?  45.  She was going 30.  I climbed her bumper.  I'll say it.  I'm not ashamed of myself.  

I pulled up in front of the school to the vision of my daughters beautiful face in that pretty little look that speaks volumes.  The look that says "You're late and it's freaking freezing out here."  Oops.  Thankfully she'd only been outside a couple of minutes so I was quickly forgiven.

We had a nice lunch of sammiches from the dollar menu at Mickie D's and shared an order of fries and a drink, laughed at people (I know I know, I'm trying to stop, I just cant help myself when they ASK for it!), and got her to work with fifteen minutes to spare.  All in all a recovery any way you look at it.  

Donna - 1, Emergency Room, Police Escort, Child Protective Services, Lady from NY - 0.

It's a win win for me.  Hopefully my luck will hold and I won't get beaned by a toppling Christmas tree since I've apparently offered sanctuary to a rare breed of tree dwelling felines.  And just in time for Christmas.  Ironic isn't it?

Until next time!  Toodles!