a series of [insert adjective here] events

The first 46 minutes of my day looked a little something like this:

First I woke up 30 minutes late. Let the rushing around, ‘don’t forget to brush your teeth and put on deoderant madness’ begin.

Then I fell down the stairs on the way out the door. Let the expletive flying, tear inducing, ankle/knee twisting, jean ripping frustration commence.

Halfway to work; forgot my phone, crap. Turn around only to find phone in my pocket. The memory loss has begun as well.

Then I drove past a beautiful 9-year old with Down’s Syndrome, walking alone on the side of a busy road. “Missed the bus, walking to school, no I don’t need a ride, I’m walking (duh).” Thus starts the fear and anxiety portion of my day.

Call 911 (too much? never can be too careful with children), tell them about the beauty, pray to Jesus.

Arrive at work (only) 8 minutes late.

Lord have mercy on my soul.