As we last discussed, I gussied myself up for a dental appointment...only to show up three days early.
Last night, as I prepped for bed, I reminded The Husband that I needed to be up and ready to go this morning. Accordingly, he set his alarm for his usual time - which would give me PLENTY of time to get ready to be "public" ready.
You can see where this is going, can't you?
This morning, I woke, stretched, looked at the clock and jumped out of bed asking, "Aren't you going to work today?!"
This lead to him jumping out of bed, cursing...because apparently he had an early meeting starting in twenty minutes. Which meant that my preening would have to wait. It appears he set his alarm for 6:00 pm and not 6:00 AM.
The difference between the two is...to put it mildly, HUGE.
He made his meeting. I made my appointment. But there was no time for preening. I showed up with minimal makeup, hair thrown up into a pony tail, of sorts and in a sore need for caffeine.
Am I surprised?
At this point, no. I am no longer surprised by anything.
So the whole day has been out of whack...which is the way of the world when your day starts off with you running behind.
Here's hoping tomorrow will be smoother sailing.