It's one of those days...

I went to bed last night fairly early and was tired enough that I kept the sheets I washed in the dryer and slept on top of the comforter with a blanket on top of me rather than making my bed. Alas I woke up this morning to a phone call from my friend at 8:00. I was so tired and so happy it was Saturday that I screened the phone call and started to fall back asleep. As I was getting comfortable again I momentarily wondered why she would call me at 8:00 on a Sat. Not that it's highly abnormal to hear from her on a Sat morning, but it was a little early.

And then I started thinking that maybe it wasn't Saturday. I was fairly sure it was, but decided I ought to check the date. I grabbed my phone and went to the calendar only to see the square indicating the day over a Friday. In disbelief, I closed out of the screen and went back to confirm indeed that it was Friday.

To triple check I listened to my voicemail only to hear her wondering why I wasn't at school and trying to locate where I was. I quickly called her back and told her that I had thought it was Saturday and was still sleeping and that I'd be there in a few minutes. She told me another teacher had covered my class for the time being.

Luckily, I had showered when I came home yesterday so I had no need to repeat a shower. I grabbed what jeans were the closest, which sadly, I think were on the floor, hesitated momentarily while contemplating what shirt to put on. Took my array of medicines, hoping not to forget any as I have now caved to owning a pill box and hadn't restocked it when it became empty. Brushed my teeth, booked it down the stairs, grabbed lucky charms to eat with the milk I had at school, pulled out an apple out of the fridge and threw the leftovers from making tacos in a bag--conveniently leaving my apple on the counter for me to remember later when I wanted to eat it.

I drove to school safely, hurried to the faculty lounge, shoved the bag with taco leftovers in a shelf that barely had room, grabbed my milk and entered my classroom with a bunch of students looking at me with a sly grin finding it humorous that I was so late. I am supposed to be at school at 7:00. Students arrive for the start of class at 7:50. I arrived at 8:20.

Fortunately the lesson was just a review worksheet. I didn't have to get caught up on lost time. I ended up answering a plethora of questions and barely managing to get the worksheet handed out before class ended.

Now it was time for breakfast. The seven minutes in between class. I grabbed my milk, bowl and lucky charms and sat at my desk. Lucky Charms are so good. My milk was turning colors and I was enjoying the more marshmellowy bites (who doesn't...that's why you buy lucky charms right...it's all about the marshmellows). I have a T.A. during second and I was telling him about my lovely rushed morning and moved my hand for what reason I have no idea, and conveniently hit the bowl and poured milk all over my right pant leg and on the floor. My T.A. laughed at me and I went to go get as much milk out of my pants in the restroom before I smelled like sour milk and told him to clean up the floor for me (it wasn't that much, but it was still there).

I use my hand to get water on my pants soaking it even more and trying to scrape the milk out of my jeans. I grab a paper towel and pat dry my leg wishing that my school had hand dryers, but to no avail. I make the trek to my classroom only to pass by my vice principal and hope he doesn't make a comment about my wet pants.

I make it back to my classroom and decide to fess up to the less than desirable occurrences of the morning to prevent smart-alek remarks about my pants. I get to how I decided it was Saturday when one of the students up front says "What's that?" pointing to my very obvious wet spot on my pants. I told him to hold on I'm getting to that point.

They all laugh when I tell them what happened and I start answering questions on the homework with a wet cold spot on my jeans (which frankly of all pants to get wet, jeans are the absolute worst).

My T.A. graciously pulls up a song for me on youtube entitled cereal and milk to which several of the students sitting near my desk chuckle at his humor. I can't help but smile.

It's just one of those days, what else can you do. I will tell you that showing up for school at 8:20 makes the day go by significantly faster though. And I slept in and had a great dream about buying a really cool house.

So much for a peaceful, relaxing Saturday I was expecting when I woke up.

American Idol Judge

The guy I am currently dating is in love with American Idol. In fact, at one point in time he was supposed to come over to my house after he got off work. He called me on his break that day and told me that American Idol was on and that since he got off at 8 and it started at 7 that we should go to his house instead because he has a dvr and was recording it. So alas we ended up going to his house that night. In fact, he was so invested in one of the contestants last year that when she was kicked off he got teary eyed--which cracks me up because he is not one to get teary eyed at all.

I've joined him in watching several of the episodes this year, although my loyalty to watching the show is much less than his. One night we were watching one of the performance nights and several times in a row he called exactly what the judges had said. He excitedly proclaimed that he could be a judge on American Idol. He called their pitchy-ness and if it was a great performance and so on.

Now you may not find this as amusing as I do but let me explain about his singing ability. He loves to sing. He sings frequently in the car, in the house and just randomly. However, he has a hard time staying on key. He misses notes frequently. He can tell when the song goes up and when the song goes down but that's about as good as it gets. I am a singer myself and am usually annoyed by the lack of people's ability to not sing well. However I am entirely amused with his lack of hitting notes. Very possibly cause I'm dating him. But nonetheless, his confidence and ability to tell that other people are off or pitchy when they are singing is amusing when his ability to carry a tune is more of an example of the contestants kicked off in the tryout range.

One day I'm hoping to get a recording of him singing. In which case maybe I will look at posting it.