What a fright to wake up and realize the power was off during the night and the alarm is flashing and you have no idea what time it might be. Usually I can come close to guessing by the position of the sun, if it isn't visible to the left side of the window it's prealarm but this morning with all the cloud and dull sky I had no way of knowing if I was early to awaken or already late for work.
After a restless night of tossing until 2:30 I was pretty dopey this morning and once asleep I tend to go for the eight hours so I was more then concerned as my feet hit the floor running to check the only battery operated clock downstairs in the kitchen. Luckily it was 9:30, it could have been worse, but getting out the door prior to 10:30 would be like pulling a rabbit out of my hat. With my breakfast and four pups to feed, the "bathroom elimination routine for all", a shower and one last pee for the pack as I head for the car, being there any time on the left side of 11:00 would be magic. The universe seems to like me, but not enough to slow things down to accommodate and fix my broken schedule.
The real trick is arriving to work without being disheveled, panicked and hyper to the point of heart racing fear. Being late beyond my control is what it is and I can't do much about it, but I can handle the outcome, something I need to practice to cut down on the stress I feel. Blame the town and it's faulty power, I'm a victim so don't beat myself up for being late!
Everything comes down to timing, so many minutes to do this and so many to do that. Rushing as if I'm a contestant in the Amazing Race. So, 10 minutes for the eggs, 5 minutes for the eating, cut up chicken necks for the pups and chaperone their meal, potty break, then a mad dash upstairs for a shower, damn it takes a long time for my hair to dry, iron something suitable and grab stuff for lunch and out the door with less than a foul mood. So the plan is to do this with a light heart and not to panic. Today is just another day of stumbling blocks, no need to trip and fall, just take it one step at a time, get out the big panties and put em on! Besides, I won't be late until I get there!
After a restless night of tossing until 2:30 I was pretty dopey this morning and once asleep I tend to go for the eight hours so I was more then concerned as my feet hit the floor running to check the only battery operated clock downstairs in the kitchen. Luckily it was 9:30, it could have been worse, but getting out the door prior to 10:30 would be like pulling a rabbit out of my hat. With my breakfast and four pups to feed, the "bathroom elimination routine for all", a shower and one last pee for the pack as I head for the car, being there any time on the left side of 11:00 would be magic. The universe seems to like me, but not enough to slow things down to accommodate and fix my broken schedule.
The real trick is arriving to work without being disheveled, panicked and hyper to the point of heart racing fear. Being late beyond my control is what it is and I can't do much about it, but I can handle the outcome, something I need to practice to cut down on the stress I feel. Blame the town and it's faulty power, I'm a victim so don't beat myself up for being late!
Everything comes down to timing, so many minutes to do this and so many to do that. Rushing as if I'm a contestant in the Amazing Race. So, 10 minutes for the eggs, 5 minutes for the eating, cut up chicken necks for the pups and chaperone their meal, potty break, then a mad dash upstairs for a shower, damn it takes a long time for my hair to dry, iron something suitable and grab stuff for lunch and out the door with less than a foul mood. So the plan is to do this with a light heart and not to panic. Today is just another day of stumbling blocks, no need to trip and fall, just take it one step at a time, get out the big panties and put em on! Besides, I won't be late until I get there!
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