Pit stop

I try to do too much in the mornings, I know. I should just get up, shower, get dressed, and go to work, but it never works out that way. I should make my lunch the night before, and lay out my clothes, and get everything ready to go, but I never do.

I get up and shower, then I got downstairs and feed the cats and make coffee for Bob (sometimes I do remember to do that the night before), then I get on the computer and check my email, and sometimes I read a few sites, and if there's email that needs to be answered, I answer it, and I sync my Visor. I eventually get up from the desk and go out to the kitchen to make my lunch and either eat breakfast or fix something to take with me to eat at work (usually yogurt and cereal).

I gather up my lunch, my purse, my keys, and the bag with my knitting and my book, and set them all together on the counter, then I go around and open up the drapes and blinds on the first floor, go out and get the paper, then go upstairs to get dressed.

Bob has been getting up earlier lately; he's usually up now in the mornings when I am, but he stays up in the office--he knows I don't like too much interaction early in the morning.

I was running late this morning, and he saw me rush madly past the office door, tearing off my robe as I went. I raced through the bedroom, grabbed a pair of overalls and a t-shirt out of my closet and threw them on the bed, grabbed a pair of underwear out of a drawer and put them on, then went into the bathroom to dry my hair, brush my teeth, and take my vitamins.

Bob had followed me, apparently--when I came out of the bathroom he was holding my overalls like you would hold them for a baby, readying them for me to step in.

I pulled my t-shirt over my head and stepped into the overalls (well, first try I got both feet into the same leg, but I got it on the second); he flipped the straps over my shoulders and hooked them, then held out a sock. As I put on the sock, he got the first shoe ready and put it on my foot--that didn't work too well, but it made me laugh--then the second sock and second shoe.

It was like a pit stop at a car race, or an actress changing clothes backstage between scenes. My personal dresser.