Tonight I’m going to share a story with you of my afternoon. It’s the story I like to call..That.Just.Happened. It goes like this:
Four times a year, I have to drive 50 minutes to get to a county teacher meeting that I am a Lead Literacy Teacher for. This means that four days out of the year I get my kids to help me clean up our classroom and we walk fast fast fast down the hall to the busses. So naturally there is a lot of “Let’s go let’s go let’s go. Grab your backpack. No, not that backpack YOUR backpack. Did you get your mail? So and so forgot their mail. No, I don’t have time to teach you how to tie your shoes right now, you’ll just have to be careful.”
Fast fast fast we walk. Fast fast fast I drive the 50 minutes to get to the meeting.
Today, I was there 5 minutes before starting time. FIVE minutes, people. I sat for a few minutes in my car, sipping the large cup of piping hot coffee I was able to grab on the way. Mmm…a few minutes of peace and quiet.
I opened the car door and set my large, piping hot cup of coffee on the roof of my car while I searched my bag for my notebook. Just as I stood up…
There went a huge gust of wind.
There went my coffee.
I’m not just talking about some coffee spilling on me. I’m talking…ALL the coffee spraying all over me.
My dress was soaked. I could literally ring out the bottom of it. The right side of my hair was dripping wet. Well, at least the left side of my head looked normal. But I smelled like a rotting Keurig machine.
I played the “What Would You Do” game with my co-teacher on the phone. She said to go home. But the OCD teacher in me told myself I did not just drive 50 minutes for nothing. I went to a super close Kohls and bought a dress in 4.3 minutes.