One of those mornings....
So, this morning, my alarm went off at 6:51 AM as per usual. I hit the snooze button, expecting to be awakened at 7:00 on the dot...only to, as I usually do, hit the snooze button two more times, finally hauling my ass out of bed at 7:18. (I hit snooze so many times, rather than simply setting my alarm for 7:18, because it affords just that much half-awake snuggling time with the husband!)
Instead of the usual, however, my husband woke me up when he shifted position and I looked over at the clock only to realize that, instead of being a minute or two before my alarm was due to go off at 7 AM, it was, in fact, three minutes before 8.
I usually leave the house at 8 to be at work just before 9.
My reaction can be summed up in one single, loud word: FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I took absolutely the fastest shower in the history of showers...I don't think the water actually got more than a glance at me before I was gone again...threw on a dress, cardigan, thin layer of make-up, sandals; kissed my husband; threw a magazine in my purse; and ran for the door. All the while, I was chanting, "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuuuuuck!" under my breath.
Of course, in addition to the fact that I'm basically still coated in yesterday's dirt due to my abortive shower, I also didn't have time to eat any breakfast or brew my customary morning cuppa to take on the road. But my husband is a loving and giving man, ha....he just dropped by with a bagel and a cup of coffee--black and smoky, just the way I like it! So I won't expire from lack of caffeine...um, or food...after all!
But GOD, do I hate it when shit like that happens! It throws off your entire day! I still feel like a headless chicken! And after work, I have a gyno appointment to look forward to, oh joy of joys. *grumblegrumblegrumble* Just one of those days. *sigh*
Instead of the usual, however, my husband woke me up when he shifted position and I looked over at the clock only to realize that, instead of being a minute or two before my alarm was due to go off at 7 AM, it was, in fact, three minutes before 8.
I usually leave the house at 8 to be at work just before 9.
My reaction can be summed up in one single, loud word: FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I took absolutely the fastest shower in the history of showers...I don't think the water actually got more than a glance at me before I was gone again...threw on a dress, cardigan, thin layer of make-up, sandals; kissed my husband; threw a magazine in my purse; and ran for the door. All the while, I was chanting, "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuuuuuck!" under my breath.
Of course, in addition to the fact that I'm basically still coated in yesterday's dirt due to my abortive shower, I also didn't have time to eat any breakfast or brew my customary morning cuppa to take on the road. But my husband is a loving and giving man, ha....he just dropped by with a bagel and a cup of coffee--black and smoky, just the way I like it! So I won't expire from lack of caffeine...um, or food...after all!
But GOD, do I hate it when shit like that happens! It throws off your entire day! I still feel like a headless chicken! And after work, I have a gyno appointment to look forward to, oh joy of joys. *grumblegrumblegrumble* Just one of those days. *sigh*