Monday Morning

It is approximately 7:19 am on Monday, March 25, 2013 and I already have a story to tell. I woke two minutes before my 5:30 am alarm. (Yeah, go me, right?) In my attempt to be more 'Spring-fit', there was a run on the horizon. My weaker side was willing to hit the snooze for another quality hour of sleep. But I leaped out of bed with an ounce of motivation, bound and determined to put my 'winter mindset' to rest, and opened the curtains to reveal a nice blanket of snow. Yes. More snow. In March. Five days after the start of spring. The week of the expected Cherry Blossom budding. My running agenda would have to wait... another day (or nine). (So not hardcore.) I could (continue to) go on and on about receiving blizzard amount of snow for us below the Mason-Dixon Line without warning from the Capital Weather Gang but one-hundred words from now, you would be thinking oh my boring, enough about your pathetic inch of snow.

(For the record, the Capital Weather Gang has this uncanny ability to convince me I need to prepare for the end of the world, when snow threatens this area. It is fun. Really fun.)

This story actually begins last night, when I decided to be the best girlfriend ever, and drive Boyfriend home so he could avoid walking to and waiting for the bus in the sleeting rain. He suggested I fill my car with gas to avoid the bi-weekly 'I-am-going-to-run-out-of-gas' meltdown. I definitely needed gas. I was not confident I could make the 2.4 miles trip his place. But I could not, should not, would not admit that. I made it to his place, and then immediately stopped-in at the gas station next store. (This had been a pathetic weekend battling a nagging cold. My pride needed this win.)

(To tell you the truth, my pride was actually doing pretty good at the end of this weekend. I am holding strong at number one in the H (plus) family pool. So feel sorry for me and my cold not. There is no greater excuse to lie vegetable-like on the couch watching 16-straight college basketball games.)

So we have already establish my greatness, in my willingness to trek out in the sleeting rain to drive Boyfriend home on a Sunday night during a close March Madness game. And we have also established the fact Boyfriend is a little high-strung in his need to prepare not only his life, but mine. To be completely honest, I never forget that my gas-meter will read empty when my car is powered up, after I am already running late on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, or Friday morning.

The things I do for him. Because, I promise you, he does nothing of the sort for me. OK. So on top of controlling my life--re: gas--he also thought I should prepare/organize/pack for my parent's house.

(I had the best-laid plans to go to my parent's home for the next two nights because they are out of town. And nothing says P-A-R-T-Y like the folks leaving town.)

So at 8:30 pm, ON A SUNDAY NIGHT, IN THE MIDDLE OF MARCH MADNESS, I am forced to think about the laundry I need to bring home, breakfasts/lunches I need to pack for work, and the assortment of stolen goods I should return home in my parent's absence. I am mostly on top of life. But there are just some things where I am a procrastinator of the worst sort. (I am not sure of the differences between good and bad procrastinators, but I can assure you, I am the later.) I let Boyfriend have this win as his pride was not having the weekend mine was... and packed up three days of breakfasts/lunches, work and play clothes for two days, and my briefcase. Together, we carried my baggage out to my car. This would save me at least two trips and so much time, come Monday morning.

Except, that sleet turned into snow. And that snow stuck to the ground. And I needed that food and briefcase previously relocated to my car. (And even though I was prepared to go for a run this morning in the expected 37 degree atmosphere, there being snow on the ground suddenly made everything seem a whole bunch colder as I glanced out my window in pajamas.) I did what any decent working girl would do... I walked the 500 feet, uphill both ways, through the snow, in the dark to my car to grab my goods. I performed this task with my eyes closed to remain in sleep mode. Because as soon as I emailed Boss Man inform him of my work from home plans, I intended to jumping back in bed and steal those two hours of sleep I would have otherwise lost had the snow not come and spared me from a chilly run, showering, and a bajillion minutes in the car commuting.

The morale of the story is I do not think being prepared is all it is cracked up to be. But I think I was unable to convey that here. And also, I think I ruined my story by sharing the "snow part" in opening paragraph. Oh well. Happy Monday!