Outrageously Ordinary

I could not fall asleep last night to save my life.  I tossed and turned, and finally gave up… fed up… and got up to get some little things done.  When I finally fell asleep, I had a crazy dream about a parent at the kid’s school that woke me up about 15 minutes before my alarm went off… is there anything more annoying than waking up before your alarm with enough time to go back to sleep, but not enough time to get good sleep?

Grrr.

So my body got out of bed, with my mind trailing behind a bit, to make coffee.  I drank my first cup and could feel the synapses firing a little faster.  Lunches were already packed, clothes were already chosen, dogs were already fed, so I decided to splurge on a long, hot shower which rarely happens on weekday mornings.  I shaved things, I conditioned, I stood under the scalding water and just enjoyed the spray.

When I got out of the shower, I was a new woman – a perfect mix of She-Ra and Donna Reed.  I felt awesome, rejuvenated, joyful and ready to tackle the day with gusto and glee.

Then I looked at the clock and realized I had been in there for nearly half an hour and was now going to use up all that gusto and glee to actually get to work on time.

Good feeling gone.  Let the rushing begin.

Wake up!  Wake up!  This is my bad, but this is no drill.  RUN, do not walk, to your clothes.  Get dressed like the house is on fire.  Brush your teeth and hair, you can use the bathroom when you get to school.  You can have cereal or cereal for breakfast but this box is open, so here you go!  You have 5 minutes to eat as much as you can, then we move on to shoe finding and fittings.  Meanwhile, I will be in the bathroom throwing make up at my face in hopes that it lands where it should.  I’ll dry and fix the front half of my hair, I can’t see the back so I can’t be held responsible for what’s happening on the flip side.

To the kids credit, they rushed, raced and readied with precision and pleasant attitudes.  They have inherited my disdain for moving too fast, too early in the morning, but they made me proud and only threw it in my face a few times that I was the cause of the hurry.

We made it out the door with a few minutes to spare, when I remembered that today was trash day.  CRAAAAAAAAP!!!!!!!  You get in the car, I’ll push the trash can down the hill.  That awful stench was all I could smell and my hands were wet with trash can morning dew, but by God we were still on time.  Victory!!

With only minor speeding, I got to my desk, sank into my chair and took a deep breath.  Good feeling back.  We rock as a team.

Out of habit, I reached in my purse for my Burts Bees and my phone.  I have an addiction to Burts Bees chapstick.  I’m not proud of it, but there it is.  I have a tube in my car, purse, desk, living room, sunroom, bathroom, night stand, and kitchen at all times.  I pulled out the chapstick for another layering and felt the world fall into place.  For one shining second there was Peace in the Valley, there was a worthwhile Presidential candidate instead of the halfwit and felon we are faced with, no one had been hurt or effected by Matthew… just a second of good.

Then it hit me that my phone was not in my purse. In my rush out the door, I left an appendage charging on my night stand.

Good feeling gone. Let the withdrawal begin.

#WithdrawalOnACellularLevel

#BurtsBeesIsMyAddiction

#RushingInTheMorningIsMoreCommonThanNot

#WhyIsMyTrashCanHandleAlwaysWet