Just some stuff, and sleeping in (by mistake!)

I woke up and stretched and looked over at the alarm clock.  7:50.  7:50?  WHAT???  I have an hour to drive to work, and I have to be there at 8:30.  I jumped in the shower, planning the call to the school and to work to explain our tardiness.  Getting out of the shower, I looked at Kevin's alarm and saw that it was 7:00.  OK, I'm still late, but not as late as I thought.  

I woke Brett and screamed something that nobody would understand, but it included, "GET YOUR STUFF IN THE CAR I AM LATE AND WE HAVE TO GO SOOOON!"  Then I woke the girls.  They were awesome about getting ready really fast.  I left while they were preparing to make lunches, and I barked at Brett to get in the car, then he and I left.

The girls called 3-4 times in the next 30 minutes.  There were no drinks for lunches, could they take 50 pennies?  "Sure, go ahead."  Nothing screams white trash like having your kids pay for milk with pennies.  I dropped Brett off and hit the ramp to the interstate.  Just as the ramp ended, and I eased onto the interstate at warp speed, thinking I *might* just get there on time, my cell phone rang.

I didn't recognize the number, but I answered, "Hello?"  "Hey Mom, I need you to turn around...like NOW."  "Dude, I'm on the highway.  It ain't happenin'."  "But Mom," says Brett, "My cell phone is in your car."  *sigh*  I may have said some horrid curse words at this point.  "Dude!  I'll have to go all the way to Grain Valley (next exit) before I can turn around, are you SURE it's in my car?"  He was, and I did.

I drove 207 mph and dropped his phone off.  Getting back on the road, I called my boss, telling him that I would be late.  I. AM. NEVER. LATE.  Today, I was 8 minutes late.  I'm so ashamed.  I may never recover.

Mom and Dad got their trailer today.  Make sure to check out both journals, to see various entries about it.  Check here and here.  We were all excited.  The girls have already decided where the bed should go in THEIR (the guest) room.

Hawkeye had a bath tonight.  He smelled REAL bad, and I had to dig 50 lbs of hair from my tub.  I HATE giving him a bath in the house.  Then I took him out to the yard and brushed him.  It looks like someone sacrificed a sheep out there.

OK, there is more to tell, but I'm tired, and it's late.  I'll be back tomorrow.  I think I'll take a vacation day this week, and scrub this house down.  Yeah...sounds like a plan.