Awful Shoes and Responsbility

I did not spend today the way I really, really wanted to.

I wanted to wake up, have my coffee, maybe throw on some laundry, play with the puppies, eat a little yogurt and then start revisions on The Beast*.

Instead, I woke up, tripped over Ebeneezer Cat on my way to get Mr. Autism ready for camp, which made both Mr. Cat and I very unhappy. I made coffee, but instead of relaxing with the puppies and my beloved beverage, I gulped it while driving Mr. Autism to camp. I then proceeded to use up all of the caffeine I had just ingested on a mad backroads dash across town to sit on an interview panel at school. It was kind of fun, putting the satellite radio on BBC 1, using every shortcut I know, and pretending I'm on a Top Gear special (suburban moms edition?) and in an Aston Martin DB9 instead of a Hyundai minivan.

I was tempted to narrate my j0urney, a la Jeremy Clarkson, but sadly I am not an expert television presenter and I was in a rush. Maybe another time I will try it. It'd probably be fun, even if all the other drivers thought I was insane. Actually, that's part of what would make it fun.

The adrenaline rush slowly slipped away during my time being a dedicated educator-type person. I wanted to be at home, in my slippers instead of in "good" shoes getting blisters. I wanted to be revising, revising, revising instead of asking such fun questions as "What would you do if a student tried to stab you with safety scissors?"**

By the time I was done being responsible, it was time to be rewarded at the doctor's office with electrical shocks from a nerve conduction study. YAY!

And then... back to get Mr. Autism at camp, still in those awful shoes.

Now I am home, in my pink floral slippers, pearls off, shorts on, lipstick faded. Instead of revising, revising, revising, I am now waiting to take Mr. Smarty Pants to basketball camp. I'm going to have to put on shoes again, because nobody wants to have -that- mother. This time, with God as my witness, I am wearing my Crocs, or at the very least, my old Tevas. This is Florida!

There is hope for me before the day is out. I am driving one of my favorite little girls in the world to camp, and her daddy is driving both of our kids home from camp afterwards. Hooray for carpooling, the savior of suburban parental sanity!

I will revise today even if I have to stay up all night. I will not lose momentum!!

Onward! And if anyone wants to eat, the number for Hungry Howie's is on the fridge. Mommy is tired.

*This may yet turn out to be the title.

**Not an actual interview question.