Let Me Tell You About My Morning

My morning really kicked off when morning kicks off, which is to say, midnight. Lost was only just over -- not getting into Lost right now -- and R had left to drive home, so of course I wanted her to text me when she got there because she was tired. This wasn't keeping me awake, though, because I already had shpilkes -- loosely translated as "ants in the pants" and wasn't even remotely tired.

Somehow lately, my metabolism does not recognize the concept of "bedtime." I was wide awake, in fact, so wide awake, that I couldn't even lie in bed. This was more than restless leg syndrome, it was restless body syndrome. I think I possibly fell asleep somewhere close to 3:00.

So naturally, my alarm didn't go off at 5:30, but I woke up on my own about five minutes later. Seriously, who needs more than two and half hours of sleep? I am the walking dead all day.

Now here's the really amusing part. Because the Hubs and I are now sharing one car, which is working out well, actually, most days he walks to and from work. What work, you're wondering? Doesn't he work at home? Well ... yes. But a friend of his in his business has been ill, so the Hubs goes to that guy's office to cover the phones and stuff, and he can still do his own work while he's there. So he walks there and back most days, I think it's about seven miles away. (Don't ask.) But he's been teaching a class two nights a week for the last six weeks, so he has to have a car at night to get there. Usually on these days, I pick him up and then he drops me off and takes the car.

But today, I have a massage at four, so I can't pick him up. Here's the plan he devised: he would leave the house at his normally obscenely early hour and walk somewhere, and then after I got to work (in the car) he would come and pick it up. That way he'd still get his walking in. (K is picking me up after school and I'll take her car to my  massage.)

So I'm on my way to school this morning; I pass the Hubs walking a few blocks away and honk and wave; he waves back. I pull into my parking space and realize that Damn, I left my lunch on the living room chair. I turn around, wave to him again and call out the window "I forgot my lunch!" and go home.

At home, I turn off the car, unlock the front door, grab my lunchbag, shut the door, get back in the car, stuff my lunch bag into my tote bag, and .... no keys. The keys are nowhere to be seen. At. All.

I'm digging through everything, but finally, just reach for the spare key and drive to school. By this time, the Hubs is standing next to my parking space wondering where the hell I have gone. I breathlessly explain it all to him, tell him where to look for my keys, and go inside, where they have to make an announcement to call a custodian to come and unlock the library for me.

The Hubs does not find my keys in the house. I text him back to check the car again, and he finds them under the passenger seat. Uh .... okay. He drops them off on his way to notwork, and there I am. It's 7:00, I'm exhausted, hot, and sweaty, and I haven't even done anything yet.

So that's my day, ladies and gentlemen. There was testing this morning, I had hall duty, and now I'm done with that FOREVAH.

A little nap during the massage would be so lovely, eh?