It Was One of THOSE Mornings

I had one of those mornings that was just a tailspin of "Oh Damns", yes plural.

I thought I’d do my hair differently, give it a soft wavy look, and knew I’d be pressed for time if I did.  But I took the chance anyway.  Holy shit, poor planning prompted by doing the hair led to a series of events which made me run behind.  Since I was running late to work, I wasn't able to get the best shot but here is the end result that helped make me late.

 

As I’m doing my hair, the phone rings.  I already know who it is.  There’s typically one person who calls me that early, my daughter in Canada.  I was partially right. I answer with a “Hello” and hear my 16 month old grandson, her son, jabbering on the other end.  I can’t resist talking to him and the call, as usual, leads to Skype.  I’m telling her on the phone, “I've got to get ready or I’m gonna be late.”  So I go grab my computer, set it on the counter in the bathroom and continue to get ready.  Damn, I’m gonna be late.

I am multi-tasking styling crème, hair spray, straightener, and curling rod while I’m talking to my grandson and as I finish doing my hair, I bid her a hasty “Love you two. I’ve got to go. I’m gonna be LATE. Goodbye!”

I continue to get ready and realize what I had in mind to wear for the day, I don’t want to wear anymore but I'd rather wear something else instead.  Well, that something else required that I iron it.  Damn it, I don’t have time for this.  I’m gonna be late!  So, I ironed it.

As I’m ironing, I think “Oh my freakin’ gosh!”  I worked late last night and didn’t get my snacks and meals ready for today.  Damnit, I’m gonna be late!  So, I iron the article and hurry into the kitchen, grab my lunch bag and toss some fruit and nuts and a bottled water and put it by my purse.  I tell myself, I’ll get a salad at work at lunch.  Dang, I’m gonna be late.

I’m finally in the car, backing out of the garage and realize …. Crap!!!  I need gas!  Double damn, I’m gonna be sooo freakin’ late!  So, I head to the gas station to fill up the tank.

As I’m driving to the gas station I realize.  Damn, damn, damn.  Damn, damn.  I didn’t put any lotion on my legs.  Ack!  Then I choose to breathe and tell myself it’s okay because I keep some on my desk at work.  I’ll use it.  But damn, I’m still gonna be late.

I get to the gas station, hurriedly get out of the car, swipe my card, push in my zip and select the gas grade.  I put the nozzle in the orifice for fuel and try to lock it so I don’t have to stand there while it fills up.  Lock, dang it, lock!  *sigh* Selecting the gas grade didn’t take, so I push again.  I’m gonna be late.

While the car is being filled with fuel I go around and put my card back in my purse.  My daughter is laughing at me from the passenger seat  and I still have to drop her snickering self off at school.  Damnnnnn, I’m gonna be late.

Click!  I hear the handle letting me know the tank is full and I walk back around the car to top it off to an even amount.  *short squeeze, quick squeeze, quick squeeze*  What the heck?!!!  $40.00 and 1 cent?!  I can’t have the one cent.  No can do.  With my borderline OCD personality, it’ll drive me crazy.  Not that being late hasn’t already.  So I *squeeeeeze squeeze squeeze* and get it to $41.00 even. Damn, I’m gonna be late.

Okay, I think I’m good to go now.  Just drop my daughter off and head to work.  I head off in the direction of her school and realize I had forgotten to do one other thing.  “Dag nab it, I forgot to put on deodorant!  Oh my gosh, is it freakin’ Monday?” I say.  My daughter still laughs  BUT she can have her laugh.  Lucky for me, I keep a small make-up bag in the desk drawer at work that includes a toothbrush, mini thing of toothpaste, floss, mascara, finger nail file, lip gloss AND deodorant.  Mhmm, yes I do.

I see the traffic on the highway, I can tell I’m really going to be late and I was.  Traffic was horrid and I think I hit most lights once I got off the highway.

I should have vlogged this.  It would have been more entertaining to hear me say all this with my big eyed expressions rather than read it, lol.

    

Moral of the story: Don’t go to work.

Oh and after going to all the trouble of doing something different with my hair, the style is losing its curl.  Since I’m not one for a bunch of hair product in my hair, I guess I should have used more styling crème. Dammit, and it made me late.