It's one of those mornings. My daughter got scared during the night, crawled into bed with my wife and I and then....
Several bruises and a couple of restless hours, I give in and go down and sleep in her bed. Half an hour later, one of our cats jumps on my head, causing me to shoot straight out of bed while simultaneously shouting a profanity. That cat's quick ability to assess the situation and get the hell out of the room likely saved its life.
I managed about another half hour sleep before a loud noise wakes me up. A shovel in my garage fell down (thankfully did not scratch a car). I get the girls up and start my normal routine. While I'm all lathered up to shave, my daughter yells for me. She spilled her milk all over her homework, table and floor. My wife is in the shower of course so I clean that mess up.
By that time, it's time to go so I eschew shaving, get dressed and rush out the door. On the way to work, I manage to spill tea on my shirt...white shirt. I luckily had my gym bag in the car, so I knew I had an extra shirt. I get to work and the extra shirt is a really wrinkled t-shirt of a gym that's been out of business for 5 years.
So now I am unshaven, wearing dress pants with a wrinkled t-shirt and I have enormous bags under my eyes.
I could pass as homeless.
If it helps any, your tale of compounded woes just put a big smile on my face.
