My Morning...

So, early morning was great today. Even extremely productive. Woke up at 4:50, made bed, started a load of laundry, fluffed the clothes in the dryer, ran 3.25 miles on the treadmill, showered, dressed, folded the clothes and was still ready to leave for work early. I was truly impressive. A force not to be ignored! (Have I mentioned that I tend to be a morning person...) Gathered my lunch into my pretty pink lunch bag, fed the dogs, grabbed by breakfast cookie and a glass of milk and out the door I go. As an after thought, I decided to take out the trash.

This is the time to let you know that I am the queen of the one trip. Why take multiple trips out of the car when you can just load up and take one, right? Hee Hee. I may have learned my lesson. So, this is what I look like... Left arm: purse, lunch bag, craft/book bag, cookie has been stuffed into purse, glass of milk in hand. Right arm: Trash bag in hand, cardboard box tucked under arm to go out to recycling.

I get all this together and realize that I don't have my keys in hand... So, I set everything down and go to searching. They are usually on the kitchen counter or the hook by the door. This time they were neither place. So I am searching frantically all over the house. They were in my purse the entire time. Now I have my keys in my pocket, and load up again according to the list above. Get out the back door and set the trash down to shut the door behind me, pick up the trash again and go to the steps to get off my deck. That is when I catch my heel in the hem of my pants. Luckily, I didn't crash down face first into the concrete porch, no... I managed to catch myself on the railing with my left hand. Just a reminder in case you don't want to review the list, my left hand is where the glass of milk is (luckily... plastic cup). I completely cracked the plastic cup, emptying the milk in to my book bag (all over my W. Africa orientation manuel) and all over hand and arm (and the porch/deck too). Of course it took me a few moments to realize the cup was cracked as I was just grateful that my head wasn't cracked open. All the while the milk is seeping out more and more onto me and in the book bag.

So much for being early to work. I go back in the house and clean up as best as I can. I get the trash to the trash can and take off my coat (as it is covered in milk--something to deal with later tonight). I rush back out to the car just in time to realize that I have locked my keys in my house and did not put a different coat on. Now I am cold, my arm is still wet and I am so thankful that my dad installed a security key box. So... I run around to the front of the house, let myself in, grab another coat, grab my keys, notice that the dogs are looking at me like I am a crazy woman--so I give them a treat. And now I am on my way again!

Then, as if to say, despite all this you are destined for a good day... I have a Mary Siting!!!