I have been on time for work for a solid week now. EVERY DAY ON TIME. If you're reading this and thinking, "How does she do it?" don't worry, I'm going to tell you right now:
I started getting up fifteen minutes earlier.
I KNOW. I should patent it right now before someone steals my idea and makes a million dollars. Seriously, though, I got really tired of trying to make the seven mile drive to work in five minutes instead of fifteen because do you even know the kind of road rage that causes? I had to load some Bob Marley on my iPod just to chill me out when I got stuck behind the person going just under the speed limit again.
So, I started getting up earlier, taking my shower before Kenny gets up, and then joining him for the breakfast he's kind enough to make for me. Then I have nearly an hour to get dress and primped, pack my lunch, feed the cats, lint roll my ass, and find my keys before I leave. Yesterday I had so much extra time that I walked around our backyard (which looked like a freaking Disney woodland - hi bunnies, chipmunks, and birds!) for a few minutes. Nice!
This morning I actually woke up at 4am, but not on purpose. I dreamt that I flipped over one of my pillows and a nest of baby spiders boiled out from under it and swarmed my bed. The dream isn't what woke me up so much as my leaping out of bed screaming is. Not a grand way to start the day. I took a pee break and then checked the bed carefully for spiders before falling back asleep...just to dream there was a giant centipede in the bathroom. GREAT. NOW WE HAVE TO MOVE.