Having one of those days
I’m having one of those days.
Celeste didn’t finish her homework last night, so she set the alarm to get up early to do it. We differ in a big way on the definition of “early,” but that extra four minutes she gave herself should’ve still been enough since it was only one paragraph. Somehow, though, that one paragraph took FOREVER, and it was total insanity trying to get out the door.
Since our house is on the market and we never know when it’s going to be shown, we usually try to straighten up before leaving. No way could that happen today. Sometime during the night, Chewie (our pup) apparently got bored and decided shredding a box would be good entertainment. When that didn’t suffice, he shredded an eggcrate mattress as well. To add to the mess, while carrying in some firewood, the carrier handle slipped from my hand, dumping chunks of bark and dirt all over the carpet. What’ll you bet the realtor will be calling any minute, wanting to show the house.
So as we’re trying to get out of the house, I hurried to the door and stepped into my shoes. I thought they felt a little strange, but there wasn’t time to investigate. We had stoplights and traffic to contend with and only six minutes to get from our house to the school. We made it with seconds to spare, then I drove on into work, forgetting all about the strangeness of my shoe until I stepped out of the car. That’s when I learned that Chewie had snacked on one of them, too. And why my left shoe is now being held together with packing tape.
