I walked downstairs to start my breakfast and noticed there wasn't a dog excitedly bouncing around my feet as I entered the kitchen. Nobody there trying to jump up and lick my hands, Although I was enjoying the serene atmosphere, I asked Morrie where Annie was, my voice filled with concern. He replied that everyone was still asleep.
What???
It was 7:06 and Izzy's bus comes at 7:22. That was so not going to work today.
I raced up the stairs, taking them two at a time and eased her bedroom door open. Softly I said "Izzy, are you going to school today?". I didn't want to panic her. She sat straight up, glanced at her clock and GASPED as she threw the covers back. "My alarm didn't go off!!" she cried. She was full of panic. I wrapped her in a hug, told her it would be okay and that I would drive her to school.
Sometimes when you wake up late, it can turn the entire day upside down and inside out. You just aren't on your game and it's like you are balancing on a tightrope all day, and seemingly falling off every other moment. It's like you wake up enveloped in a kind of black karma bubble, filled with a horrible fog laced with bad chi. What I didn't realize at the time, was that the bubble is very sticky. A sticky glob of unfortunate events that, as I hugged her, popped right off of Izzy and onto me.
In order to take her to school, my time to get ready for work was cut short by 25 minutes. Meaning my hair wasn't totally done, I had no lunch packed and was very unorganized. We hit horrible traffic going to school, and I was stuck in awful backups trying to get home. This made me almost 15 minutes late picking up my niece and nephew who ride with Maria and I to school each morning. Luckily everyone made it to school on time, and I flew into work with just a few minutes to spare.
Once at work, every ball that I had in the air, fell out of my reach, bounced funny and either got away from me or hit me in the face. I should have known to be more careful with this heavy fog hanging off of me like a horrible black slime. Before I knew it, I had slammed my finger in a drawer. OUCH! Holy cow it hurt. At this point I knew it was just not my day. Mind you, I was also trying to pretend I was not sick, but was really 4 days into a yucky cold. That alone can bring a girl down.
As the day wore on, it got so bad that my co-worker said to me "Wow, today really isn't your day!". Oh. Thanks. The day was full of headache situations and unusual calls that left me rattled. By the time I was ready to leave, I just wanted to crawl in my own bed and pull the covers over my head, and perhaps take some NyQuil. As I gently closed that last door, being careful not to let it slam because it is a very heavy door next to a glass wall, guess what? I ended up closing it on another finger! Ow, ow ow!!! I slammed my foot against the floor several times, tried not to cry out and held my hand over my head as if to ward off the swelling I knew would come anyway.
I didn't actually get to go straight home that night. I met Morrie and the girls at Maria's school for her volleyball game and finally got home for dinner just before 9pm. I did ask Izzy how her day went. She looked at me and said "It went fine!".
Of course it did.
