When my alarm clock went off this morning, I had no idea what was going on. Give a girl 10 days off from life and she forgets everything, apparently. Even the most basic, bane-of-her-existence type things like, say, the function of her alarm clock.
Eventually I remembered what the heck it was and how the frick to shut it off and what time really I was supposed to get up (silly snooze buttons). Then I remembered how hard it is to get sleepy little childrens ready for school and out the door. I also remembered how much I hate yelling at them that we’re FOR THE LOVE OF GOD late again.
But I got them packed off to their dad’s for morning drop-off and I got myself all the way to ThePlaceWeShallNotDiscuss without once forgetting how to get anywhere. Except when I pulled in the driveway is when I remembered that I forgot my laptop at home. You know – it was that thing I stepped around twice this morning so I could get out the door. Silly Katie.
Oh well. That’s the way that goes I guess. Now I just have to muddle through my inbox chock-o-block full of reminders and deadlines and questions. If I can do that for three weeks, then I get another two weeks off. Hooray! I don’t know about you, but I’m already thinking: pajamas and take-out for dinner! Ohhhh yeah.