I’m falling apart.

OK, you let my dog go visit my parents for 2 weeks and I completely fall apart.

I am now completely incapable of getting to work on time. And I really can’t explain it. It’s right up there with the Bermuda Triangle and what happened to Jimmy Hoffa. Seriously.

See, I get up at 5 a.m. whether Muffin is home or not. (Muffin being Muffin the Wonder Poodle, my dog) When she’s there, we hit the snooze button once, get up, take her outside, grind the coffee, put the coffee in the pot and hit the delayed start button. Then I go upstairs, read a little Scripture and get in the shower and get ready.

Today, I got up at 5:09 a.m. per usual. (And yes, I agree with recent assessments of me by others who say I get up way too dang early. I adamantly agree. If you saw me at this hour, you would not be impressed. I’m barely able to form a coherent syllable.) Anyway, today I switched up the routine a bit, but managed to get in the shower around 5:30 a.m. So why, for the love of all that’s holy, was I leaving my house about 10 minutes later than I usually do? Why? How?

I can’t explain it.

But I do blame it on my hair.

Let’s just say that I’m wearing a hat to choir rehearsal today. 🙂