One Blue Shoe, One Black Shoe
One morning, after hardly any sleep from my almost 2 year old daughter, she loved getting up in the middle of the night and want to play with mommy; I drag myself out of bed. Still half asleep and feeling as if I had been on an all night binge and feeling like crap on a cracker, I rub my blurry eyes, which by the way did not help and made my way to the kitchen for a hot cup of coffee before getting up my toddler for daycare.
Well, that didn't help. Coffee? Call this coffee? More like sedation, wanted to go crawl back into my bed and pull the covers over my head and sleep. No, I said to myself time to get moving and have to open up this morning at McRae's.
I take a nice hot shower which hardly helped at all and dragged myself into my daughters bedroom to give her a bath and of course she has bright eyes and a great big smile.. OOOO I wanted to pinch this little precious babies, head off.. As mom's and dad's usually say to themselves and rarely out loud. Hey, it makes you feel a bit better and then you come to your senses.. After her bath, I had taken her to the kitchen for her breakfast and then I ran into the bedroom to grab her clothes and for me to get dressed and throw on makeup.
Going to be late, I said to myself and rushed to brush my hair and teeth as well as my child's, grabbed her shoes to put on in the car and went into my closet and did not turn on the light, found two matching shoes and out the door I ran with daughter in tow.
Made it to the daycare on time and barely made it to work, clocked in, turned on my register and started my day at work. We had a promotion of fashion watches during that week and it had been half way through my morning shift when I went out to the table and noticed that I needed to add more on the display, reached down underneath the table to pull out the watches when what do you know, I noticed? I had one blue shoe and one black shoe... Oh my goodness!! Are you kidding me? It felt as if I had my bloomers tucked inside my pantyhose, that noticeable and yet not one single person mentioned it to me. Couldn't go home to change my shoes, so I just sucked it up and had to laugh at myself and went on my day as if nothing was wrong; although I stood behind my counter as much as possible so others could not see.
From then on I made sure on the night before work, I pulled my "matching" shoes out of the closet to put on the next day. Lesson learned.
Thank you,
One
One morning, after hardly any sleep from my almost 2 year old daughter, she loved getting up in the middle of the night and want to play with mommy; I drag myself out of bed. Still half asleep and feeling as if I had been on an all night binge and feeling like crap on a cracker, I rub my blurry eyes, which by the way did not help and made my way to the kitchen for a hot cup of coffee before getting up my toddler for daycare.
Well, that didn't help. Coffee? Call this coffee? More like sedation, wanted to go crawl back into my bed and pull the covers over my head and sleep. No, I said to myself time to get moving and have to open up this morning at McRae's.
I take a nice hot shower which hardly helped at all and dragged myself into my daughters bedroom to give her a bath and of course she has bright eyes and a great big smile.. OOOO I wanted to pinch this little precious babies, head off.. As mom's and dad's usually say to themselves and rarely out loud. Hey, it makes you feel a bit better and then you come to your senses.. After her bath, I had taken her to the kitchen for her breakfast and then I ran into the bedroom to grab her clothes and for me to get dressed and throw on makeup.
Going to be late, I said to myself and rushed to brush my hair and teeth as well as my child's, grabbed her shoes to put on in the car and went into my closet and did not turn on the light, found two matching shoes and out the door I ran with daughter in tow.
Made it to the daycare on time and barely made it to work, clocked in, turned on my register and started my day at work. We had a promotion of fashion watches during that week and it had been half way through my morning shift when I went out to the table and noticed that I needed to add more on the display, reached down underneath the table to pull out the watches when what do you know, I noticed? I had one blue shoe and one black shoe... Oh my goodness!! Are you kidding me? It felt as if I had my bloomers tucked inside my pantyhose, that noticeable and yet not one single person mentioned it to me. Couldn't go home to change my shoes, so I just sucked it up and had to laugh at myself and went on my day as if nothing was wrong; although I stood behind my counter as much as possible so others could not see.
From then on I made sure on the night before work, I pulled my "matching" shoes out of the closet to put on the next day. Lesson learned.
Thank you,
One
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