Bad Timing

Is there some unwritten rule of the universe that says your children will only leave their lunch in your car on days when you are wearing no make-up, have wacked out hair and yoga pants on?

Here's the story- I would love to report here that every morning when I leave my house at exactly 7:35 A.M. that I am a picture of beauty and elegance. My hair is perfectly styled and I am dressed in matching clothes that have been ironed. My breath doesn't smell of coffee and my eyes do not appear puffy because my make-up has been expertly applied. Let's pretend that is true, it isn't but pretend anyway.

Now, pretend that this day is the exact opposite of what I just described. I have my reasons, people. First of all, my husband is out of town on business. I hate business. Second, I have a sinus infection which may actually kill me sometime this week. Third, I slept a total of about 2 1/2 hrs. last night.

So, before leaving the house- at sometime after 7:35 A.M.- this morning, I did brush my hair and put on clean clothes. That's about the best I can say for my appearance at the present time. Don't worry, I am ashamed.

So, why is this the morning when I need to speak to a 2nd grade teacher friend about a Taylor Swift CD (really, you don't want to know)? Also, I run into another friend in the hallway of the 2nd grade. Then Duncan's teacher wants to chat. And then I realize that my 4th grader left her lunch in the car. I would love to go home, shower, put on nice clothes and make-up and then deliver the lunch to school. Today, of all days, that's not happening. Field trip. Leaving at 9. Gotta take lunch right now. No less than 3 people I know in the office when I walk in and because it's field trip day no one is sure which class she is in and I have to go peek into all 3 of her classrooms before I find her.

So officially about half of Hill Billy Ville saw me in all my glory this morning. Had this all taken place yesterday I would have been in matching clothes (the ironing was a little questionable) with make-up and my hair had had some quality time with the flat iron. Ugh, thanks alot universe.