Last night, I realized I was without child care for LilZ for today. I asked my neighbor, but she was going to her dad’s. So, I called LilZ’s NaNa (my ex mother-in-law) and asked if she could watch him. She was fine with that, but she lives 80 miles away. Since she was doing me a favor, I offered to meet her closer to her town. The drive would be about an hour for me and twenty minutes for her. We were to meet at 6am.
So - MrZ got up at 4:15 or so this morning, same as every day. And I lay there in bed, trying to decide if I should get up and do housework, or sleep thirty extra minutes, like I do everyday.
About 4:40, I’m still weighing my options, when it hit me.
Shit!
I have to be on the road in TWENTY minutes to get LilZ to his Nana.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
I run into the closet, throw on some slacks and shirt, and yell at LilZ to - Get up! Get up!
So here we are. 120 miles later, I’m finally at work. My hair is nasty, my face has TWO layers of make-up on it, and I forgot to grab a belt. Also, just in case you wanted to come give me a hug? Don’t. In my haste I forgot my deoderant, so I smell about as good as I look. So, I’m just going to call today Monday and savor the misery. Are ya with me?
Monday it is! Enjoy!
At least you don’t look like this http://members.fortunecity.com/anemaw/viperfish.htm
At least she didn’t have to call you from the meeting point to ask where you were! There are some weeks where every day seems like a Monday, but I generally am not happy until Wednesday afternoon… that is when I can sense the weekend around the corner!
Okay, you win.
I officially can’t bitch about forgetting my kid’s lunch kit and having to backtrack ten minutes to get it, making me twenty minutes late.
But, hey, I’m (fullY) dressed and my makeup looks pretty good. Not to rub it in. Really.
I am officially rethinking my plans for procreation. I did not realize that having a child might mean that I might have to get out of bed at ungodly hours like that.
Seriously, am shaking at the mere thought.
Amy, just wait until you’re waking up in the middle of the night to a child puking down the front of your shirt and all over the bed…..parenthood…FUN stuff.
Those double-makeup, no-deoderant, yesterday’s-pants days, are far too common in my world.
I’m with Kim… I hate the fact that those kind of days are a little too common around me.
I hope the rest of your day goes a little better. At least you made it everywhere in time!
If I lived closer to you I would go out for drinks after work with you. Nothing like some heavy drinking to wash away the crappy day.
I would SO be in the bathroom using that antibacterial hand soap to wash my face. You are a stronger woman than I.
OMG! That could totally happen to me.
Exept for the fact that I don’t have kids… work is about 15 minutes away from my house and.. oh well