Reality bites

Today was our first day back to work since June 24, and Jason and I both felt like some divine force was trying to keep us from our jobs.

First, Jason had to take his car to the GM dealership on his way to the office. He has had trouble starting it recently, to the point that we were afraid to drive it and end up stranded somewhere. Figuring it’s a starter issue, he made an appointment to have it inspected... and when he got to the dealership, it promptly died and could not be resuscitated. Then the shuttle that was supposed to get him to work in a timely manner did not arrive until he had been waiting for more than an hour.

I planned to drop off Isabelle at daycare on my way to work this morning, but got delayed for several reasons. When I entered her room to rescue her from her crib and dress her, I could tell instantly that she had a dirty diaper. And it was more than dirty – it was overflowing. I had to strip off her soiled clothes, clean her up, and strip her dirty sheets, all while trying to prevent her from sticking her hands in the mess and rubbing it in her hair.

I congratulated myself on cleaning her up without getting any of the mess on MY clothes, but my good fortune was short lived. After Isabelle finished breakfast I lifted her out of the high chair, not realizing she had dropped oatmeal into her lap and it was smeared all over her pants and shirt. I carried her to the landing at the bottom of our staircase, ready to put her shoes and socks on, and looked down to discover my freshly dry-cleaned shirt was covered in oatmeal.

So I had to bring Isabelle back upstairs and change both our clothing before leaving the house – only to realize it was pouring rain and my umbrella was nowhere to be found.

I finally got on the road to work right around the time I normally arrive to the office, but wasn’t too worried because when it’s rainy in San Diego, everybody gets to work late. I was behind a pick-up truck, both of us turning left onto the freeway on-ramp, when the truck spun out of control and started spiraling toward me. My only thought was, “Oh, great.” I rolled my eyes and waited for the inevitable collision – it was that kind of morning – but the driver got the truck under control and slid past me, narrowly missing my front bumper.

The good news is, when I finally got to work at 8:45 this morning, I was the first one there!