It gets harder and harder for me to leave my apartment in the morning. Most mornings, five minutes after I should have left for work, I begin to find things I need to do. I think, for example, that it's very important to sort through the stack of mail that I have left sitting on the table for the past week. Or that I need to clean out the refrigerator, or look through the supplies closet to find a card to send to someone.
This morning, five minutes after I should have left for work, I felt I needed to straighten up the game Jenya is currently obsessed with. I got it for my birthday and she has been playing it constantly, leaving the game strewn across a quarter of the dining room table when she is done. This morning I decided to put the cards back in their storage spot, and was about to pack up the whole game before I remembered that she had already set it up for her next game. She set it up over the weekened, but she was feeling sick yesterday and I certainly wouldn't want her to not get a chance to solve puzzle number 23. I took the spare pieces and put them in the game's lid and then put on my cardigan to leave.
I then decided that Jenya should take some chocolates in to work to give to her bosses, so I grabbed two chocolates and began rummaging through the kitchen, searching for something to put them in. Then I remembered that I ran out of lollypops in my secret stash at work, so I had to get those and put them in my lunch box. As I was doing this I realized that while I did straighten up the game, I hadn't really arranged it nicely on the table.
I then remembered that I never saw yesterday's mail, so I had to ask Jenya if there was any (there wasn't). Then I had to get the newspaper from the porch so I could put it in my bag. In doing this, I had conversations with my neighbor, J, who was passing by, and Tom the Carpenter, who is working on the stairs in the apartment upstairs. Then back inside to answer Jenya's question, "who were you talking to this time?" And finally, I was OFF! Kisses to Jenya and out the front door. Three steps away and I realized I didn't have my lunch box. So back into the house wailing, "Man! What's my problem!" and Jenya making sympathy clucks. I grabbed my lunch box and finally made it out of the house.
I only left fifteen minutes late morning.
This morning, five minutes after I should have left for work, I felt I needed to straighten up the game Jenya is currently obsessed with. I got it for my birthday and she has been playing it constantly, leaving the game strewn across a quarter of the dining room table when she is done. This morning I decided to put the cards back in their storage spot, and was about to pack up the whole game before I remembered that she had already set it up for her next game. She set it up over the weekened, but she was feeling sick yesterday and I certainly wouldn't want her to not get a chance to solve puzzle number 23. I took the spare pieces and put them in the game's lid and then put on my cardigan to leave.
I then decided that Jenya should take some chocolates in to work to give to her bosses, so I grabbed two chocolates and began rummaging through the kitchen, searching for something to put them in. Then I remembered that I ran out of lollypops in my secret stash at work, so I had to get those and put them in my lunch box. As I was doing this I realized that while I did straighten up the game, I hadn't really arranged it nicely on the table.
I then remembered that I never saw yesterday's mail, so I had to ask Jenya if there was any (there wasn't). Then I had to get the newspaper from the porch so I could put it in my bag. In doing this, I had conversations with my neighbor, J, who was passing by, and Tom the Carpenter, who is working on the stairs in the apartment upstairs. Then back inside to answer Jenya's question, "who were you talking to this time?" And finally, I was OFF! Kisses to Jenya and out the front door. Three steps away and I realized I didn't have my lunch box. So back into the house wailing, "Man! What's my problem!" and Jenya making sympathy clucks. I grabbed my lunch box and finally made it out of the house.
I only left fifteen minutes late morning.
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