“Eh…” gritched Michael at 5:30 am. “wah..wah…WAH”
I roll out of bed and walk to the crib. I check on him…cover him back up and proceed to stumble to the kitchen, eyes shut.
Remove sippy cup lid…wash lid…drop lid…”damn!” I think. Open eyes.
Open dishwasher, remove clean sippy, pour fresh milk into fresh sippy. See chocolate icing from last week – think of chocolate icing…mmmmmmm…..but so not on my new diet.
Close fridge and remove chocolate icing from brain. Close eyes, stumble back to room. Cover Mikey up again…give milk.
Mikey screams…he doesn’t want to drink it, just hold it.
Lay back down in own bed…place pillow under left leg as I had received a cortisone shot in the hip yesterday morning.
Check time on phone. 5:34 am
I can sleep for a little while longer! I will get up! I know I can do it!
Roll over, shut eyes…Bu-bye Megan.
Roll back over in what I think is five minutes…and it’s 7 am. Shit! I’m late!
Jump out of bed, turn on shower, Mikey screams. I run into other room Wake up Elijah, get Michael out of crib. Run to bathroom for shower.
Rush shower. Michael pulling curtain every three seconds…he wants in. No! No I say!
Dash through closet put on something to wear…knock on the door. It’s the sitter!
Throw clothes at Elijah, yell at Elijah. Run a comb then put mousse in my hair. Race out the door.
Forget lunch. Forget to sign Elijah’s folder. Forget to bring laptop.
Trip over trash exiting the house…take trash to dumpster.
As I am exiting the apartment complex a man is riding a bike…he drives out in front of me, scaring me, and me slamming on the brakes so I don’t hit him, scares him. He almost falls off his bike. I sit a minute, we nod at each other as he pedals off and I pull out onto the road.
[Here is where I should have known to just go home.]
Facing the highway…black kitty cat darts infront of me, from out of no where and into the woods. Proceed to highway access road.
Shaking my head and repeating to myself…You can do it! You can do it!
Oh and remember…it’s foggy today. No visibility so there is no sunshine to brighten my day in the most literal way!
Drive the .5 miles to the nearest McDonald’s for a McMuffin and a coffee. As I am turning in I see that the secondary lane is empty and there are two cars waiting in the main lane. I proceed toward the secondary lane…slam on brakes…again.
Woman in second car noticed what I was doing. Honking and accelerating, playing bumper cars with our vehicles, she scoots up as quickly as possible to second lane. Nearly hitting me in the process. I let her through. If she is in that big of a hurry she must be having a glucose issue so I forgive. Start a status update text on how messed up the morning has gone.
Glucose intolerance lady must have had a super extra large order because it took ten minutes to go through that line. That’s too long…especially when I didn’t leave the house on time.
I NEEDED COFFEE and I NEEDED FOOD!
Really I should invest in a microwave and heat up an egg bowl.
[No dice. Then it would taste microwaved and I would rather be late. 😛 ]
Eventually get status updated. Get food and get back on the road.
Traffic. Fuck. I am Fucked. With a capital F! I will never be on time as long as I live in the boonies. Okay so it’s not in the boonies, but it’s just further out than say…midtown. So everything is further away.
Fog, Cars, Stupid people…I bow to the time God’s and go the back way to work. It’s a little longer, but there are fewer people trying to run me off the highway.
I end up behind a tractor trailer going 45 in a 60…I know it’s foggy, but PLEASE I’M LATE!
12 miles later, I turn, no longer behind him I accelerate. Faster, faster, oops too fast. Check for police…Whew! No police
Flip through radio stations…Adele! I love Adele. Turn it up! Sing out loud! Watch people in cars next to me looking at me crazy. What can I say?! I love Adele and I can sing like her! You would sing out too!
Arrive in the land of Pears…and turn down by my old house…think about Troy. Deep breathe…proceed to work.
Arrive at work 23 minutes behind schedule! Ugh! What a morning!?
But no it’s not over…as I arrive my eyes start to burn. I still don’t know why. They pour liquid like a bartender serving shots! I look like I have had a few shots and haven’t in weeks!
Through my blurry eyes and constant burn I read through emails and reply to friends online. I help students and talk to my coworkers. I read through my new feed from Media Bistro and watch some insightful videos.
Around 9:30 am as I was browsing available jobs on MB, I found one in Austin. A little company hiring for entry-level management positions…read through. Hey – I can do that!
Start the application…part 1, done. Part 2, done! Part 3, done! Part 4, Not done…I typed, I thought, I gave very good, personnal replies. I hit save!
And everything was gone…to that point it had taken me TWO HOURS to fill in every box with the information that would best send the message of who and what I am and NOTHING!
I closed the window, told the boss I would be going to lunch a few minutes early and I left.
Don’t the Fates understand! That is supposed to be my next job! Don’t they understand the day that I have had and just needed that information to SAVE! No they don’t. They don’t understand. They aren’t in control.
So, I whisper to God. I eat my lunch while typing this post. I reopen the tab and I type out the answers again. This time clicking the little save button as I go.
Oh the trials of the “School of Hard Knocks.” I am the current mascot.
Many blessings for you and yours today as the day will inevitably end delightfully. I am certain!