Today's first entry in the file entitled "Dear Tuesday, Why are you acting like Monday?" goes like this:
Woke up late this morning.
Actually not late ... I was L.A.T.E! The kind of late where you feel you as though you were awakened by a defibrillator, your heart is beating so fast. The "eyes look at the clock and your brain clicks in with a massive freak out and you are moving before your feet even hit the floor" kind of late.
It has been years since I overslept this badly. 15 minutes ... even 30 minutes late is workable. You adjust your time table accordingly.
Normally, I get up so that I can have 2 hours to prep for my day - spending a bit of quiet time and my cuppa before waking the household, getting out and distributing meds for Dad and the little white wookie not to mention getting my vitamins, spending some time with my green plant babies - both front and back yards - watering, trimming, talking, encouraging, giving Dad a reminder of the day's schedule, giving love and playing with my furrbabies, fixing my lunch (and sometimes snacks) for the day and ... oh yeah! ... getting cleaned up and dressed for my day.
Then there is the fact that today, being Tuesday, means that trash has to get to the curb, especially important on hot summer days when the trash is stinky and I don't want it left in the garage.
That would be my normal morning. Two hours covers it. I'm not rushed and can kinda ease into my day.
There was no easing this morning.
This morning, I had 40 minutes. Yep. 4-0. Forty. F.O.R.T.Y.
Panic doesn't even come close.
Hindsight begs the question, why not call and advise will be an hour or so late.
But that is hindsight. Panicked, freaked out brain didn't think that way. Panicked, freaked out brain kept shouting, "hustle your butt! hustle your butt! Faster! Faster!" Oy!
Needless to say, the morning was not as normal.
My quiet time ... yeah, no, that didn't happen.
My morning cuppa ... oooooh, how I missed you.
Household wake up ... I hollered, furrbabies came. Dad was a bit slower.
Morning meds ... Dad got his, Cas got his, no vitamins for me this morning.
Watering my green babies ... back yard babies got brief shower from the hose, front yard babies got 1 water can only, not the usual 2 - no talking, trimming and long gentle showers for anyone.
Dad's daily schedule ... told him to stay home, it's too hot outside for him to be doing anything anyway.
Furrbaby love ... Shouted "Momma loves you, baby, now move out of the way!". (Will likely pay for THAT one tonight)
Fixed my lunch ... yeah, that's a big NOPE. Stockpile from my drawer and the vending machine for lunch it is!
Cleaned up and dressed ... well, my teeth are brushed and so is my hair. I remembered deodorant at the last minute and, by God's Grace, clean clothes had already been laid out last night. Plus a huge "Thank goodness!" for showering before bed last night.
Kisses were thrown and "gotta run!" was shouted as I ran out the door.
Then, last but not least ...
Trash to the curb ... grabbed it as I ran through the garage, got in the car and tossed the bag out by the curb while driving out of driveway.
(Note: Did not speed to work. Speeding causes tickets. No speeding by this chick!)
Arrived at work only 8 minutes late.
Hmm. Kind of funny side note.
On normal days ... I am usually 10 to 15 minutes late for work. I don't mean to be. I try very hard to get out the door when I'm supposed to but, since it has been that way for 20 years now, I don't see it changing.
I think if I were to show up on time, my manager thinks would think something was wrong. ðŸ¤
Woke up late this morning.
Actually not late ... I was L.A.T.E! The kind of late where you feel you as though you were awakened by a defibrillator, your heart is beating so fast. The "eyes look at the clock and your brain clicks in with a massive freak out and you are moving before your feet even hit the floor" kind of late.
It has been years since I overslept this badly. 15 minutes ... even 30 minutes late is workable. You adjust your time table accordingly.
Normally, I get up so that I can have 2 hours to prep for my day - spending a bit of quiet time and my cuppa before waking the household, getting out and distributing meds for Dad and the little white wookie not to mention getting my vitamins, spending some time with my green plant babies - both front and back yards - watering, trimming, talking, encouraging, giving Dad a reminder of the day's schedule, giving love and playing with my furrbabies, fixing my lunch (and sometimes snacks) for the day and ... oh yeah! ... getting cleaned up and dressed for my day.
Then there is the fact that today, being Tuesday, means that trash has to get to the curb, especially important on hot summer days when the trash is stinky and I don't want it left in the garage.
That would be my normal morning. Two hours covers it. I'm not rushed and can kinda ease into my day.
There was no easing this morning.
This morning, I had 40 minutes. Yep. 4-0. Forty. F.O.R.T.Y.
Panic doesn't even come close.
Hindsight begs the question, why not call and advise will be an hour or so late.
But that is hindsight. Panicked, freaked out brain didn't think that way. Panicked, freaked out brain kept shouting, "hustle your butt! hustle your butt! Faster! Faster!" Oy!
Needless to say, the morning was not as normal.
My quiet time ... yeah, no, that didn't happen.
My morning cuppa ... oooooh, how I missed you.
Household wake up ... I hollered, furrbabies came. Dad was a bit slower.
Morning meds ... Dad got his, Cas got his, no vitamins for me this morning.
Watering my green babies ... back yard babies got brief shower from the hose, front yard babies got 1 water can only, not the usual 2 - no talking, trimming and long gentle showers for anyone.
Dad's daily schedule ... told him to stay home, it's too hot outside for him to be doing anything anyway.
Furrbaby love ... Shouted "Momma loves you, baby, now move out of the way!". (Will likely pay for THAT one tonight)
Fixed my lunch ... yeah, that's a big NOPE. Stockpile from my drawer and the vending machine for lunch it is!
Cleaned up and dressed ... well, my teeth are brushed and so is my hair. I remembered deodorant at the last minute and, by God's Grace, clean clothes had already been laid out last night. Plus a huge "Thank goodness!" for showering before bed last night.
Kisses were thrown and "gotta run!" was shouted as I ran out the door.
Then, last but not least ...
Trash to the curb ... grabbed it as I ran through the garage, got in the car and tossed the bag out by the curb while driving out of driveway.
(Note: Did not speed to work. Speeding causes tickets. No speeding by this chick!)
Arrived at work only 8 minutes late.
Hmm. Kind of funny side note.
On normal days ... I am usually 10 to 15 minutes late for work. I don't mean to be. I try very hard to get out the door when I'm supposed to but, since it has been that way for 20 years now, I don't see it changing.
I think if I were to show up on time, my manager thinks would think something was wrong. ðŸ¤
Happy Tuesday!
