Thursday morning, my 10am meeting got pushed back to 1pm. Nice.
It was hard to get out of bed the second time this morning--the first time was 4am, when the dog started a giant ruckus because she has decided that she likes a walk before sunup these days. She barks about a dozen times and then if I haven't taken her out yet, she just pees by the kitchen door. I was too slow again. Not so nice.
So when the clockradio came on at 6 I just incorporated whatever was playing into my dream for the next 45 minutes or so. Since I have to get both myself and Victoria ready, drop her off at the babysitter's and be at work by 8, we had to skip a few nonessential (I hope) hygiene rituals to come close to being on time.
When I drive, I can tell when I'm late to work without looking at a clock. I have one of the coveted Lot H passes, but after 8 the only spot left in the lower lot is the one by the dumpster. You have to park right up against an iron post and wriggle out of your car. Once when I was pregnant I parked there and then realized that there was no way I was going to be able to get out of the car. I always think of Ping the duckling when that spot is the only one available.