So there I was, frantically looking for that specific pair of leggings I just had to wear.
Five minutes until I had to leave.
I could have gotten off of the couch just a tad earlier to look for them or gotten in the shower just a bit sooner, but I didn’t. What’s the fun in that? Will I make it in time? Will I walk in three minutes late with some excuse I thought of on the way? Will I decide to not even show? This is a fun game I find myself playing every day.
Four minutes until I had to leave.
GOT EM! Down at the very bottom of the dirty laundry basket. Why didn’t I wash them?! I had
precisely six hours to do so. Oh well, no time to think about that now. Okay, got my pants. I’m ready to go!
Three minutes until I had to leave.
Wait.. does Sophie have food and water? Oh great, now she wants to go potty, really? Okay, okay let’s go.
Two minutes until I had to leave
My stomach growls as I stand at the back door waiting on Sophie Girl. Do I have time to make a smoothie before she comes back inside? I can make them really fast now. No, no time for that. “I’ll eat when I get there” is the lie I tell myself as I let her back in and hand her a buh-bye treat (it’s a thing).
One minute until I had to leave.
Now we’re talking. In the car, ready to go and I’m going to be early?! Who even are you? Push my start button on the jeep, adjust my mirrors, start my playlist… wait. Where’s my phone? I know I just had it. Did I leave it in the bathroom? On the stairs? I run inside the house and find it sitting on the arm of the couch in our living room. Sophie is jumping all over me, SO excited that I’m home after being gone all of 47 seconds. Now I have to say goodbye all over again. I flip through her account on Netflix, yes my dog has her own, and put on The Secret Life of Pets. I give her one more snuggle and three more kisses and head toward the door.
Four minutes after I was supposed to leave. Better luck next time🤷🏼♀️
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