Have you ever felt like a phone call that's been disconnected?
Shannen Doherty

6:22 am--Drag my ass out of bed (should have been 5:45, no later than 6:00 in order to have the day run smoothly). 

6:29 am--Step out of the shower not feeling quite as refreshed as I should (the Teen Queen stole my lavender/rose body wash, had to use unscented)

6:33 am--Realize that I forgot to condition my hair, therefore I now have a head of straw that I am almost certain will not look good no matter what

6:44 am--I have finally done something to my hair that actually looks cute

6:45 am--Everything in my closet seems to fit a tad too tight due to June and July being one huge glutton party for me, finally find a skirt that of course needs ironed.

6:58 am--Go down to the kitchen to have a word with the girls before we have to leave.  Turns out the Teen Queen left without saying good bye 10 minutes ago, and the Drama Queen is in the midst of making her lunch, which is a welcome relief from last year when all she did was stand there watching me and letting me know how wrong I was doing it.  :x

6:59 am--Finally get into the car.  Now in order for me to get to work by 7:00, we need to leave the house at 6:25 so that I can get her to before school care at 6:30 and then be on my way.  Even on my best day, I cannot make it to work in 60 seconds so I am officially screwed.

7:04 am--Get to the school, sign in the Drama Queen, tell her I love her in sign language, because if I said it out loud someone might hear me  :shock:

7:09 am--Run down the stairs to my car and run out of my sandal, stop, pick up my shoe, turn back around and run right into a jogger and knock her on her ass.  Now, I am tempted to tell her that if she give up this horrid habit of getting up at the crack of dawn to run instead of munching down sugar filled cereal and a cappacino like the normal people do, she would not only be too big for me to knock on her ass, but she wouldn't be in the path of a madwoman trying to turn back time to make it to work on time for once this month.  However, I keep my tongue in check and help her up telling her how sorry I am and realize that this woman must be a stepford wife robot because she barely has time to blink before she is off and running again like nothing happened. 

7:18 am--Look in my rearview mirror and realize that I have forgotten to put on makeup this morning.  So I dig around in my purse, find some makeup and slap it on while I am also trying to drive, change the radio station to find some actual music and not inane chatter of morning dj's hyped up on their own egos, and drink my carmel frappacino I took out of the Teen Queen's stash in the fridge.

7:33 am--pull up to work while downing the last of the frappacino and desperately wishing I had 7 more. 

7:34 am--Open the door to my office and realize somebody has jacked with the air conditioner so that it ran all night and made my tiny office feel like a meat locker.

I am exhausted and it is not even 9:00 yet.  I feel a starbucks break coming up.  And I just realized that I forgot to bring a lunch this morning so it looks like I will be hitting Mickey D's this afternoon for a fiesta salad (my new favorite lunch)  Oh well, it can only get better right?  :roll: