Wrong Foot.

Sometimes, I just start off my day on the wrong foot...does that ever happen to you?

I rolled out of bed at 6:15 a.m. I literally had to DRAG myself, even though I had gotten plenty of sleep...I turned on the computer and started getting things together for the day (my book, my Metra Pass, my keys...) I waited a lifetime for the computer to boot up (it takes FOREVER for some reason!)

I jumped in the shower (too late to do ANYTHING with my hair) and picked some random clothes out that didn't turn into the greatest of outfits. Jim went downstairs to warm up the car and clear the snow. I stayed upstairs to finish some things up.

I made my sandwich (crumbs everywhere), made a hot chocolate to go (a bit too watery) and grabbed my things to meet Jim, turning off all the lights on my way out.

He finished clearing off my car as a courtesy and the alarm started to blare! I had to sift through my overstuffed purse for the keys to STOP IT and then finally found them...in the meantime, my book was sliding off of the car and my cocoa was balancing precariously. (Keep in mind...we were already late...) Jim went barreling down Wolf Road and turned the corner, I had a realization as my train was pulling up and opening its doors - I didn't think I had my work key! I frantically searched my purse and finally discovered it! I waited a second too long and missed my early train...

TWENTY minutes until the next one...I begrudgingly got out of the car and waited in the station until my train arrived. I sat down towards the window and quickly became claustrophobic as someone took over almost the entire area with newspapers and body...I felt like I was going to pass out.

At Union Station, I finally BURST out of my seat into the fresh air...thankfully, the worst was over.

I vow to make this day better than it started out to be - a perk: was not nearly as cold walking to work this morning, thank Heaven for small blessings!