Rant of the Day...

You ever have one of those days? It's not even Monday and my Thursday is one of those days. And it's only 8:35 in the morning. It's going to be a long-ass day at this rate.

My day started at 5:15. My good friend Hath likes to call that O'dark early. She's right.

I'm not a morning person by any means. I like to take my time in the morning. I used to have a routine. That got all shot to hell when Little Man started 7th grade three weeks ago. I drag my ass into the shower a good 20 minutes earlier than I used to and get myself ready to go to work.

Then I have to wake up Little Man. He's 12. Does that tell you anything? You have to know where this is going.

Here's our conversation this morning:

LM: Five more minutes.

Q: You have to get up now.

LM: Two more minutes, please?

Q: Come on bud, you need to get up. Now!

Now, it's early, 5:55 by this time. His bus comes (well is supposed to come, but we'll get to that) at 6:35. My son is not the quickest person in the morning which is why we get everything ready the night before. All he has to do is wash his face, get dressed, have his breakfast and brush his teeth before we leave to go to the bus stop.

I swear to Jon and Richie I have the world's slowest eater. It takes this child longer to eat a bowl of cereal than anyone I've ever seen in my life. By the time we finally get out the door and up to the bus stop, there is like 2 minutes before his bus is supposed to be there.

It never showed this morning. Again.

Little man takes a City bus to school, not a regular big yellow school bus. The City buses where I live, they all run on a specific timetable. His is supposed to be at the stop (4 blocks from our house so I drive him there) at 6:37. I was still waiting with him (in the car he doesn't let me stand out there with him) at 6:50. Now, I start work at 7:30 and I still have to go back home, have my breakfast, gather my things and get to my office downtown.

So, I pile Little Man back in the car, drive the 4 blocks home, make a slice of toast to eat in the car, grab my stuff and get back in the car and off we go to take him to school. We were halfway there when we passed the damn bus. Go figure.

After dropping Little Man off and getting yelled at by the guy out front that I was in the wrong place I high-tailed it to work. Inhaled my toast on the way, had to stop at the restaurant in my building for a carton of milk (when did they start charging $.80 for a stinkin' little carton of milk) and was at my desk at 7:30. I'm still not sure I didn't break a few laws to get here on time this morning. But I feel like I put in a whole day already.

Oh, you want to know where my wonderful Hub was this morning? Sleeping. It's his day off. Dammit. I should call him. Right now.

*Sigh* I think I need to change my pants. These cranky ones are a bit uncomfortable this morning.