This morning I woke up at 7:42 a.m. My alarm should have gone off at 7:00 a.m. Hell, Emma should have woken me up at 7:00 a.m. I suppose my alarm would have gone off if I'd set the darned thing the night before. I scrambled to get ready, knowing that if I didn't make it on time I had someone else to man the fort and open on time. So the situation was hurried, but not desperate. M pitched in to help me by packing the lunches. I had to wash my hair this morning so I didn't catch a break on that. But after starting 42 minutes late I ended up actually being two minutes early to work. And I even dropped Emma off too.
Through the whole crisis I learned something interesting about my husband. He can't peel an orange worth a damn.