My cell phone alarm is blaring.
Oh, shoot, it's already 8 a.m. I realize as I reach from under the sheet to push END on the phone.
It's the day after St. Patrick's Day, but I didn't have any green beer or my favorite Irish drink, an apple martini.
I hug my pillow, but it's not saying, "Kiss Me, I'm Irish," so I force myself to let the pillow and mattress go.
As I turn on the water for my shower, I'm thinking of what I can wear. It has to be something quick. And then Carmen (my dog) is giving me a look that says, "Come on mom, I gotta pee."
I jump in the shower and out. I'm feeling refreshed on my 6 hours of sleep.
"Come on," I say to Carm as I grab my robe and rush down the stairs to let her out to take care of her business.
Before long, Carm is back in the house and I'm standing in front of the mirror, pulling my hair back into my supa bad hair day hairstyle -- a curly ponytail.
Deodorant on. Lotion on. Now, it's time for those gray slacks and a white shirt. Yep, that's easy.
Not bad, I compliment myself as I glance over at the clock and it shouts, "Time to go" because it's 8:30.
OK, OK, OK.
Carm gets her treat. I grab my purse and keys and say, "Be good big girl."
I have to stop at the bank so I call my supervisor and tell her I'll be a few minutes late. The bank doesn't open until 9 a.m., but the bank is right around the corner from my workplace.
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