We were already running about 5 minutes late for school/work this morning when Alpha bounded into the kitchen wearing my sweatshirt... the one she barely gave back to me two days ago. The one she borrowed a month ago and left at her friend's house. In fact, the one that had I not witnessed the friend returning and made a lucky grab, I would still be without. Oh, wait! I am still without it, because it is back on the kid.
So there we are making a dash for the door, when I remember that the sweatshirt she is wearing is the same one I wore when I rode home yesterday. On my bike. In 48 degree weather.
Have I mentioned that although I can tell you my 7th grade locker combination, 40-7-1, I cannot EVER remember to take a Kleenex with me when I ride? Have I mentioned that I have a fairly thin, worthless nose that does not hold heat well? Well, for sure I haven't mentioned that I often resort to my sleeve for... um... moisture management. I know, sick, huh?. Don't worry, I'm discreet. I make it look more like I'm dabbing sweat. Nose sweat. From inside my nose.
But back to the door. Girl in snotty sweatshirt vs. mom who is LATE and will be LATER if girl goes to change her top. I hate moral dilemmas.... dilemmi?
It turned out not to be much of a battle between the little Janes on my shoulders. The devil one said 'Fagettaboutit!'... the angel one said 'Mrph frft crsht' which I think was 'let's go get muffins!' I thought about lifting up my purse strap and asking her to repeat, but... shit! I was LATE!!!