I'm surprised I haven't seen the police this am!

Monday’s have received a bad reputation – righteously so!

I was going to meet my gym partner at the gym at 6:30 am. No reason I shouldn’t have been able to make it on time. I went to bed at a decent hour and my bed partner had left so incredibly early (2am, he had to work early) that I had ample time to get back to sleep once disturbed from my slumber and to reopen the window (this will be key info later in the morning).

I awoke at 6:50 – first fail of the morning. Well I decided to still go to the gym. I got dressed and ready to leave until I realized that I had asked Dru ever so nicely to take my car to work because it needed gas. Gas at his work is about .20 cents cheaper than anywhere else, so it was a win-win. I found his truck keys and locked the door behind me – so any crazy stalkers couldn’t steel my kitties while I was gone for an hour. Second fail of the morning!

If you know Dru, you know that he is a freak about locking doors/windows and keeping our family and myself safe. It is sweet – but so incredibly annoying to me. I’m more of the mind set “if they want it, they can have it”. They being any home invasion specialists. I would rather they had an easy access to our stuff than breaking windows/doors to enter. My loving husband doesn’t appreciate my mindset. So we lock up around here at our Casa. Fine, whatever. I entertain his crazy habits and just go along with it as routine. Which bit me in the ass this am.

I had a great workout, and then decided to NEVER go to the gym at 7am again. It means that I leave for home at 8am. Do you know what 8am means? Kids go to school…I don’t have kids and I don’t realize things like this! My gym is a community center connected to the local middle school. It was drop off time and I was CRANKY because I hate to wait and I hate traffic. Small town mentality – but I shouldn’t have to wait in traffic if I live in a town with less than 10,000 people.

Anyways, I made it home. Parked in the back (that’s where the truck lives) and went to the front door with keys in hand. Remember how I was driving Dru’s truck? Well the idiot (said with love) didn’t have house keys on his key ring…WTF!!

I checked the door just to make sure that I did actually lock it, and it was locked. Our house was locked up like Fort Knox. What’s a girl to do? Go around to the front where our bedroom window is open and beg the kitties to let me in? Yes that was the first step. Didn’t work! Stan and Molly are smart, but not THAT smart. So I did what any other sane human being would do.

Cursed my husband and thanked god that I like to sleep with a window open. Pried the screen off, checked the street and wiggled my butt in the window. Fell headfirst, ripped my workout pants and bruised my neither regions…

Monday Morning Fail!!!