Morning Gory

This morning put my blinc mascara's waterproof claims to the test.  And not because I was taking part of a oceanside photo shoot.  If only. It went something like this:


6:30 AM - Awakened by an 8-year old who needs (needs) a hot water bottle for her tummy.  Get it from her from the closet, but by that time she is back asleep.  But not me...


7:15 AM - Best described in a haiku:

Steaming out a new work top
Sleeve right in toilet
It will be fine - it's just silk 

7:25 AM - Same daughter in tears because, despite being given 15 minutes to eat, she has not taken one bite of breakfast and therefore cannot get dressed as I have commanded.  Suggestion that she take her breakfast with her to eat on the way to school is met with incredulity.  Probably because daughter is not sure that the ziploc will securely contain her Crispix in milk.


7:55 AM - Same daughter leaves her adorable purple lunch bag on bench on subway platform.  Watch it get smaller and smaller as train pulls out.


8:10 AM - Husband, who has been dispatched to retrieve adorable purple lunch bag from bench on subway platform, reports that bag has been taken.  Commuter thought purple plaid lunch bag would be just the accessory to complement suit and wingtips.


8:45 AM - Breakfast place is out of oatmeal, but why don't I wait until it's ready.  Sure I can be late for my 9 AM meeting because I am waiting for slow-cooking oatmeal. A tardiness excuse any manager would find reasonable.


9:00 AM - Faced with Outlook-free loaner laptop.  Curse laptop because I literally cannot work without Outlook.  Curse Bill Gates for selling a piece of software so indispensable .


9:05 AM - Spill diet pepsi all over desk, dangerously close to loaner laptop, possibly in a subconscious and misguided attempt to get back at Bill Gates.


Despite some moisture around the eyes, blinc mascara still in place. Dignity, sanity, equanimity - all suspiciously absent.