I Should Have Gone Back to Bed

That's because I had a really, really bad morning. First I woke up late. I must have turned off my alarm. Luckily, I have a cat with a demanding appetite for breakfast that finally got me up. And when I saw what time it was, I jumped up out of bed like a jack in the box - kind of stumbling around after being jolted up and out so quickly. I am not a morning girl. Coffee. I. need. coffee. So it's raining this morning (and about 40 degrees - in April!?) and I let my dog out as usual. 15 minutes later, he's telling me he's got to go again. So I take him back out. But because it's raining and cold, he just wants to stand in the yard and shiver instead of doing his business. So we go back in and I proceed with my morning get ready routine. 10 minutes later, he's desperate to go out. But no, just sniffing around and eating some grass, but no business got done. So finally, I'm just about ready to walk out the door for work and decide to let him out again, so I don't have to come home and clean up an accident, but I let him out on his own this time as I've got to brush my teeth and find my shoes. Once completely ready to go with keys in hand, there's no sign of my dog. And I call for him and call for him. Nothing. So I trapse out into the rain and call and call some more. 10 minutes later, he comes bolting back towards the house. He knows he's in BIG trouble because at this point I'm freakin' furious with him. Now my hair's soaking wet from the rain after looking for him and I've got to go back inside to dry it. No time to restyle, so it just gets pinned back. And now I feel frumpy. Because it's now turned into a bad hair day on top of everything else. It was at this point that I should have just gotten back in the bed. But no, being the trooper that I am, I plowed on. Right into traffic. Apparently there's some sort of unwritten rule that if there's a light rain coming down, you must not go any faster than 35 mph even though the speed limit is 65. I'm even later for work. At work I find one of the last semi-decent parking spaces, but the jackass next to me parked too close to the white line. But I squeeze my car between the concrete pillar and the jeep cherokee anyway and practically have to climb out of my sunroof to get out. Oh well, I made it. And luckily, I made it in under the radar. No one noticed I was late. But then, I'm responding away to my 500 daily emails I usually start with in the morning, and respond to one from my boss. To which I get a reply, "We're in our staff meeting getting the AARP presentation, where are you?" Damn those blackberries! Damn my Outlook for not reminding me of meetings. So I reply that I had "just gotten back to my desk from another meeting that ran over and didn't want to interupt the presentation because I was so late." Did he buy it? Who knows. He didn't respond. And I had that sinking feeling in my stomach until lunch. The day moved back towards status quo after lunch, but the morning was a bitch. Next time I'll just get back in bed. I like it better there on a cold and rainy day anyway.