My sister sent me a hysterical e-mail for Mother’s Day that appeared as a newscast about Mother of the Year. Her favorite line is, “And this just in. Pulling your hair into a ponytail is not the same as taking a shower.”
I experienced that this morning.
I just returned from an annual “Zonie” temporary migration to Southern California, otherwise known as “trip to Disneyland, the beach and family.”
I put out the kids’ clothes last night and made lunches. I should have just slept for hours and hours, still recovering from the six and a half hour drive, but I woke up at 4 a.m.
I got online and was checking my photos from the trip and catching up on dozens of work e-mail when I noticed the sun was up.
Thinking I didn’t have much time, I grabbed a quick shower. Moms, you know that one. I didn’t wash my hair or shave my legs, only to look in the mirror afterward and realize I needed to watch my hair and shave my legs.
Why did I get out of the shower?
So I stuck my head under the tub faucet to wash my hair, grabbed my razor and finished my legs in the sink, all while in the dress I put on immediately after said shower.
The kids were excited about getting to camp this morning so that hustle and bustle wasn’t bad, thankfully, because then I found the note the city dropped off reminding me to trim my trees that were hanging over the fire hydrant valve.
My husband, by then, was already in the shower so I grabbed the clippers and cut off the offending branches.
At last, the kids in the car, we drove away.
Reality back in place and me back at the office.
Good thing I love my job because part of me wants to be back in California.

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