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First, let me say that this morning was not the end of the world. But I could not possibly have packed in more upset, frustration, or mishaps than I experienced this morning. And it all happened in the first half-hour of waking up.
My clock radio went off at 6:40 a.m. Earlier in the day, I had corrected the volume because the volume had been so soft the morning before that I almost didn’t hear it go off.
Well, we heard it this morning—blasting both me and my husband wide awake.
I guess I’d over-corrected. Especially since my husband usually is able to sleep through it. After correcting the volume and turning off the radio, I went to the other end of the room to continue getting dressed for my morning walk.
Suddenly, the radio was blasting again! What? My husband calls out and as I raced to shut it off, I realize that I’d only punched the radio on/off button (not the alarm) and put it into snooze mode.
Okay. Apologies to my hubby. I finished getting dressed.
I quietly closed the bedroom door and on my way to the kitchen, I pick up my heavy winter coat, mittens, scarf, and a knitted hat that I’d placed on the sofa the night before. I dumped them on the kitchen island and began to dress up for the horrible cold (40 degrees!)
Mittens? One mitten? What?
I ran over to the closet where the items were all stored before I took them out the night before.
Then I glanced at the sofa. There’s that pathetic little mitten clinging to the arm of the sofa.
I rushed over to get it; now I’m worried about running late because I have breakfast with friends later. So I put on all my warm clothes, my headphones and reach for my MP3.
It was not on the counter where I was sure I’d placed it the night before.
Now I’m getting upset. Okay, I must have left the MP3 on my desk after charging it, which meant I had to open the bedroom door and go to the other end of the house to my computer. I check my desk.
I made this same trip three times because the MP3 did not miraculously appear on the kitchen island or on the desk and I knew it had to be somewhere. As quiet as I tried to be, my husband asked me later why I came through the bedroom three times. Sigh.
I finally decided to walk without my MP3. Sorry, Andrew Klavan.
When I returned from my brisk walk, something made me move a large dish with a lip that rests on the kitchen island.
There was the MP3.
Let’s just say that after a hot shower and having breakfast with my friends, I felt some of my sanity return.
For now.Published in