(Please note the Saved By The Bell theme song has been running through my head all day)
When I woke up this morning, 47 minutes late, I totally jumped out of bed like a ninja...then I laughed at myself, tripped over my shoe, banged my side on the post of my bed, and yelled, "SHIT!" as I stubbed my toe. I'm pretty sure, had there been anyone around to witness this, there would be a lot of hysterical laughter. Unfortunately, it was just me, and I did not see the humor at first.
Points for N: He got up and did what he needed to do and left me to run around in circles, trying to get what I needed for my class. As I'm getting ready, I get a text from B's stepmom, telling me she needs to meet me when she drops B off at school so she can give me the meds the doctor gave them yesterday. It's perfect...because I have so much free time on my hands this morning, and I'm not at all rushed.
I drop N off with 12 minutes to spare, meet her, and head off towards where my class is being held. I punch up the volume on my XM and am delighted to find that I'm spending my morning with Cypress Hill. Who wouldn't love that? My morning was way more than a little insane in the membrane, so I felt I could relate.
As the chaos of my morning dissipated (I love that word), I realized that I was going to be sitting in class for 3 hours, and I had not made any coffee. I had barely managed to grab a bottle of water...and I needed a stapler.
Those exact thoughts. That exact order. Einstein probably thought a lot like me. It explains so much, if you really think about it. No wonder I'm so misunderstood... These issues needed to be remedied, so my first stop was Target to get a cute little mini stapler that came with about eleventy-fifty-three staples. I opened the box to add some to the stapler so I could staple my paper, and the box promptly exploded.
Probably, you're all pretty lucky that I was wearing sunglasses at the time. I bet a staple to the eye would've ruined my life enough to where I couldn't provide these fascinating breakdowns of my daily activities. There should be a parade for my sunglasses...I'm just not sure where they are at the moment.
After that, I was going to go to the coffee shop across the street, but it was across the street, and I felt like that was too much effort. I knew the Starbucks up the street would be a nightmare at 8:17 on a Friday morning, so I opted for getting out of my car at Tom Thumb. Obviously, THAT was way less effort than driving across the street, but I don't understand my own logic sometimes. I don't expect you to get it either.
Tom Thumb was a poor choice. Although there is a Starbucks inside, there were 14 people in line. Okay, so there were two in front of me, but one of them was reloading her Starbucks card and giving all these instructions, even though the woman behind the counter was referring to her by name and (after every command) saying, "So, you're saying you want your usual? Coming right up!" I was still crabby, so I was contemplating slamming somebody's head into something...just not mine 'cause I don't need anymore dents.
That's right. Dents. I actually don't think I have any dents in my head, but my brain was not in a happy place.
And when they made my latte wrong and it was so sweet I almost gagged on it, I didn't even go back in. I drank it as fast as I could, and then downed my water. I'm hardcore. Also, I just inadvertently made up a new word. "Bandwagong."
I'm totally sensing a breakthrough here. You heard it here first...bandwagong.
Anyway, I appreciate that my three hour class is divided into three segments. I also love that my professor is a hardcore Republican, an older gentleman who uses words like "new-fangled contraptions" and "teeny-boppers." It makes me laugh, and I find him completely endearing. I don't have any grandfathers that are alive, so I might adopt him.
After class was over, I ran around and did some stuff that I wanted to do without the boys this weekend, and then I headed home to wait for the bus. As I got in my car to head home, I was thinking/singing in my head, "Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end..." and when I turned on my car, DO YOU KNOW WHAT I HEARD?!
Closing Time. I can't even describe how excited I was.
Before the bus pulls up, I get a phone call from N who, for some reason, missed the bus and was hanging out with the after school program kids. I started singing Kriss Kross, "I Missed the Bus" because it's one of my dad's favorites. True story.
B and I go pick N up and they eat a snack while I drag our Christmas stuff to the front door to take it to my mom's to store in her garage. We load my car, and I turn it on...and do you know what song is on?!
Freak Nasty. Da Dip. My life was complete at that exact moment. It was on the chorus, so B started breaking it down in the backseat, just rockin' his little heart out. I reluctantly changed the channel, simply because I didn't think it would be easy to explain to him what, ahem, Mr. Nasty was "singing" about.
But man, it was still the best 45 seconds of the day. After we dropped the stuff in my mom's garage, we were going to go get my car washed/cleaned because it so needs it, but I forgot I told Justin that E could come over for a while if they needed him to, so we had to hurry home to mini-sit. It was less than an hour, so after E left, I made a list of things that we were going to do to clean up, and get rid of all the crap they (we) keep collecting for no apparent reason. Then I made them start. And they griped some, but their room, bathroom, hallway, and the laundry room are so much better. Tomorrow, in all the free time we have (which is minimal until after 3:00), B and I are going to tackle some more and N's going to run as soon as his game is over.
I'm not a betting girl, but I'd win that one any day of the week...especially Saturday. You know, 'cause that's when he has basketball games.
And, just in case you were wondering how to end a day full of the best 90s songs ever...it ends with Baby Got Back.
Shake that healthy butt...or don't. I can't see you. But I bet you did.
Aubs
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