Wrap up in a towel and head to the kitchen again, where I fill a sippy cup with milk and throw some Cheerios at my youngest daughter. Try to ignore the dogs happily gobbling up the cereal she drops on the floor, which, to my dismay, needs mopping. Apply makeup in record time and put on a pair of khakis and a sweater (what’s that unidentified dried substance on the front?) Realize that the coffee filter has shifted and coffee grounds are swimming around in my much needed jolt of caffeine and dump the coffee down the drain. Resign to let my oldest wear her favorite jeans, despite being in the hamper and smelling a bit like urine. Get both girls loaded into the car and dropped off at daycare. Make it half way to the office and realize I left the lunch I had packed the night before in the refrigerator. Get stuck behind a blue haired elderly woman cruising at 15 miles below the speed limit.
Arrive at work 15 minutes late and hope no one notices. Decide to take the stairs for a quick burst of much needed, and rare, exercise and run into the president of the company. Make a stupid joke about “those darn kids”. Grab a cup of fresh coffee in the break room and chat briefly with a co-worker who tells me I have lipstick on my teeth. Settle in at my desk to rest my brain for a good hour while pretending to intently check e-mail and voice mail.
Find solace in the fact that it’s the hubby’s night to pick the kids up from daycare and I have a surplus of frozen pizzas in the freezer.
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