I stayed up later than usual last night, alternating games of Angry Birds and Fruit Ninja while Baseball Tonight played in the background. I am good at both, by the way, so when the Angry Ninja Fruit Bird Championship comes to town, I am so going to win that fucker.
When I awakened at 5:35 am this morning, I hopped in the shower and immediately began to plot extra time to Fruit Ninja-up. Which I did while wrapped in my towel, sitting in my bed, and drinking coffee (I had managed to set the auto-brew the night before). Perhaps it needn't be said but let the record reflect that this lady-of-leisure crap so does not get the lunch boxes packed. Not to mention the hair blow-dried. Or the exams graded. WTF?
I hit the kitchen at 6:20 am, planning to make up for my slacker ways by moving lightening fast through the chores at hand. Lunches: packed. Breakfast: prepared (fruit smoothies…..in keeping with the Fruit Ninja theme). Kid: awakened and forced to face the day. Dishwasher: unloaded. Personal grooming: good enough. And out the door we went. Right on time, by the way. Cha-ching.
Turns out that I was sans laptop. In my world, that's tantamount to leaving your brain at home. I didn't realize the mistake until we arrived at school. So while JT trudged off to the 5th grade, I fired up the car, called the office to say I'd be a few minutes late, and drove home to get my
The day has evened out a bit and my afternoon should be less ridiculously stupid (but for the fact that I have just officially tempted fate by saying as much). But when you consider that there are two days left in the week let's just say that I'm a tad nervous. Friday can't come fast enough.