I ran out into the hallway, flung the boys' doors open and started yelling, "GET UP! GET UP QUICK! WE'VE OVERSLEPT!!!" over and over again. This bit of news nor my frantic state did a thing to rouse Dracen out of his early morning I-don't-give-a-rat's-ass attitude. I could have ridden a donkey into his room whilst wearing a sombrero and playing the banjo and I think his response would have been exactly the same...Why, how dare you have the audacity to wake me from my peaceful slumber?
We somehow, miraculously, made it out of the house on time even with my pausing to do a quick search and rescue call for my phone. That thing had vanished. I knew I had it on the couch just before going to bed last night but could not figure out, for the life of me, why I had not plugged it in and placed it on my bedside table before getting into bed. I have never not done that. Ever. And where in the Sam Hill was the darned thing?!
I didn't have much time after getting back from dropping them off at school because I had Dracen's first quarter awards ceremony at the elementary school at 8:45 and my hair was completely out of sorts since I'd washed it and gone to bed with it still partially wet. 'Hot mess' does not even begin to describe it.
But I stood in the middle of the living room and called it again, hearing not a thing. I knew it could not be dead because it was not going directly to voice mail. I traced the steps I'd made just before bedtime and for a brief second I thought I had put it into the dryer but (whew!), not there.
So I walked back to the bedroom, stood at the bathroom door, and called it one more time. I heard it! But where the heck was it?! In my closest?floor? WTH? But sure enough, there it was. Then I remembered I had put two pairs of shoes away (and by 'put away' I mean I opened the door and flung them in) and apparently had it in my hand when I did because it was completely buried alive by shoes.
Thank God it's Friday.
And because it is I give you,
Funny sh*t I pinned this week...
Why is this so hilarious? Say it ain't just me.
Oh, how I wish.
If I had a dime for every morning I've felt this way...
This photo speaks my love language on so many levels!
Happy Friday, Y'all!