After a fitful night's sleep, due to I.T.'s and my tense, Sunday afternoon discussion concerning a certain budget (thank you, Dave Ramsey, for that Financial Police University), Monday rolled in about an hour late for what the responsible, working world finds acceptable. Thus, this mother/daughter home educating duo reluctantly marked themselves tardy. Two and a half cups of coffee (drunk from a uniquely Charleston mug *smile*) later, the discovery of the empty toilet paper roll came too late.
Mind far from the day's schedule and farther still from the calendar in the kitchen drawer by the phone that tells it, caused the call from the perturbed dentist's receptionist, which rang in as I stepped from the shower, to deliver a quick shock followed by a deep sinking feeling like being tied to a pole in the bowels of the Titanic after she hit the iceberg. Failure, my favorite feeling - punctuated by the fact that this was the rescheduled appointment from the one I missed last month. Who needs dentists anyway? I brush. "Well can you get here in two minutes?" No, I can't get there in two minutes, my hair is wet and I haven't brushed my teeth.... "Oh. Well. Then. I guess we can RE-schedule you for next Monday at...." But next Monday I may still be feeling too embarrassed and schmucky to face the dentist. I think I'll just move to Australia like Alexander in that Horrible, Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Day book.
The cupboards are bare, the shopping list lies on the counter. But is it possible to stay within the budget? Don't shop on an empty stomach. I am hungry. But the samples at Costco are enough for any girl's lunch. Costco. Budget? Costco. Budget? ???? It's 2 o'clock in the afternoon for crying out loud. I've gotta get going. I.T. will be home soon and no dinner could lead to another budget discussion. No thank you.
Tuesday, come quickly- I need to start over.
