Quarter to Stupidity

I know I haven't written anything in months, but I just haven't found anything funny lately. Life has been stressful, which is of course written in my original blog.

However, I had quite the incident a couple days ago, and am still now shaking my head thinking about it. I may have mentioned that I am trying to sort out my biology so that I can get pregnant, and this included some blood tests and an ultrasound to see my insides. The ultrasound appointment was this past Monday....

My appointment was at 11:00 a.m., which meant I couldn't work that day, and could sleep in a bit longer in the morning. Mom was going to take the kids to school. I spent much of the sleeping in dreaming about being late; I could envision myself looking at the time and panicking.

So imagine my surprise when I opened my eyes to see that it was 10:40! It was my nightmare, come true. I was supposed to be at the hospital by 10:30 to register, and I still had to get there!

I hopped out of bed, threw on whatever clothes were in front of me, grabbed the animals and tossed them in their room, skipped the bathroom because I hadn't been awake to drink the millions of liters they asked of me, and called a taxi.

I was absolutely frazzled. I was worried sick they would reschedule me, and would have called them to explain but I didn't want to take the extra time finding the number. I tried not to fret, got everything ready, and went to get my coat.

I noticed Montana's coat lying on the floor, and started to worry: What is she wearing to school? It is snowing outside, and extremely cold. Once I got my coat on, I realized not only was her coat there, but her backpack was also, along with Tristan's bag and coat.

By this point I was freaking right out! We have a tendency to sleep in on Mondays (oops!) so I ran into Mom's bedroom to wake her. I found her laying in bed, reading her book! I thought maybe she decided to take a snow day, even though it is unlike her, especially not to tell me--but I don't always remember her trying to wake me in the morning, so it was possible she'd tried.

"Aren't you guys going??" I asked incredulously. She looked at me and asked "Going where?" I was right confused at this point. How could she not know where?? "To work and school?!" I said, as if she were stupid.

I remember the morning flashing before my eyes as though I was having a start-of-the-week near-death experience, and realizing with marked embarrassment and understanding at the exact moment her mouth opened to say, "It isn't a school day." DON'T SAY IT!! "It's.." COVER MY EARS! "...Sunday."

I felt this instant combination of relief, humiliation, and amusement. It was Sunday, not Monday! I didn't miss my appointment at all! And then--oh no, a new realization: A taxi was on its way to collect me. I quickly rushed to the phone and canceled my ride, luckily before the driver arrived!

I spent the rest of the day marveling at my mistake, one I had never made before. At the end of the day though, (fitting adage) I was just immensely relieved that I didn't miss my ultrasound.

The next day I wasn't only not late, I was early!