It’s a special day for me/us, for it is the day I went with my bestie to a party, wherein I met my husband when I sat on his lap in the car — 31 years ago today. Aw.
But it’s a frickin Tuesday, so at 5:11am Tuesday called to let me know school is on a delay.
Remember that good sleep I wanted to have? Tuesday didn’t give a damn.
What sleep I did get was hard though, I can tell, because:
1) I fell asleep before The Mister.
2) I slept on the wrong pillow and although my neck is a bit stiff, that could be the FML tension that has been this morning.
3) I did not move, not even a little bit, until that call at 5:11.
4) When I woke up, my hair was undisturbed, like movie hair.
It’s not that I don’t understand the importance of delays, I do. It’s that it’s inconsistent. For instance, this delay is because it’s cold. It’s -3 and we’re gonna work our way to 13. Okay, and? It is January. We live in Indiana. This is not unusual at all.
If you’ve read me for years, then you know good and well I’VE STOOD AT THE BUS STOP WITH MY KIDS IN TEMPS AS LOW AS -20. Where were our delays on those days? Pfffft. Pshaw. Pthbbbbt! Whatever!
At work, I don’t have a job, or position, per se, where I can be late, *holds down fort* and so I have back-up plans for this sorta thing, and back-up plans in case my back-up plans fall through. Well no luck today. Thanks, Tuesday.
Moving on now. I am. Isn’t it nice I don’t have time to write in detail about this morning? Yes, much nice.
Leaving the house for the second time this morning — I’ll take the mulligan and begin again.