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.