AHHHH........I'd like to go on record as saying that 7:56 a.m. is my very favorite time of the day. 7:56 and ALL IS WELL! Just me and the cat, winking at each other with a look of satisfied peace and tranquility and an unspoken agreement of "you leave me alone, and I'll leave YOU alone".
As I was pouring my first cup of coffee, mouth watering and humming a happy tune, I heard a most confusing and equally unwelcomed sound. The garage door opening. Hmmmm..... wassup? That ain't right.
My children poured back INTO the house, saying that they'd apparently MISSED the bus. Huh?! They reported the bus must have come early, because there were no other kids at the bus stop.
Just as they were explaining that to me, we heard the unmistakeable low rumble of the bus ..... and caught sight of it as it was pulling away. Now they really HAD missed the bus.
Oh well, no biggie -- I'd have to run them to school, and saw the whole situation as a direct sign from God that he wanted me to have THIS for breakfast today:
OK, maybe I'm "reading into it" a little, but why else would my loving Heavenly Father make me physically leave my cozy home before 8:15 a.m.?! Hey, as I always say, "when life gives you lemons, go get an Egg McMuffin."
So I threw on some ratty clothes and sunglasses, because me old face had yet to be spackled and painted for the day, and headed out the door.
After dropping the kids off, I headed to the Home of the Egg McMuffin -- and was disappointed, nay, horrified, to discover roughly 22 cars in the drive-thru line. Apparently, God had been casting out the McMuffin vision widely this morning. OH THE CONFUSION.
So I had two choices -- wait in the LONG line and spend approximately $6.42 in gasoline cost ..... OR ..... (deep breath) leave my vehicle and GO INSIDE to place my order. THE AGONY OF SUCH WEIGHTY DECISIONS THIS EARLY IN THE MORNING!
You'll be happy to know that, in the interest of NOT frightening small children in the McDonalds vicinity with my disheveled and downright frightening appearance, I opted to stay inside my vehicle and head home. You're welcome.
So -- NO children will look like THIS because of my deep, burning, selfish desires for a breakfast sandwich. My conscience is clear, and I'll just go pour myself a bowl of Raisin Bran now.