Sometimes my neurons don't fire as quickly as they should. Not sure why this is, but I'd like to think I'm an intelligent woman, even though my actions don't always support this belief.
Case in point: Snow Day.
It seems mornings have always been hectic no matter how many kids were in the house. Several years ago, my routine was to get my daughter ready, drop her at school, then go to work where I would eat my own breakfast at my desk. I did this because (a) mornings were insane and (b) I was able to skip the 10:00 munchies/snack.
I can't function in the morning without my milk. I have a big glass (16 oz) every day. This is the equivalent of most people's coffee. I know there's no caffeine in it, but it is the start of my day. I would normally pour this into an old pop bottle and take it to work with me to put on my cereal or swig with my toast.
On this particular day, I couldn't find a pop bottle, so I grabbed a tall plastic glass and filled it to the rim. I got my daughter loaded and drove the 12+ blocks to her school. There was a strange THUD when I went around a curve, but it was a snowy day, I assumed a snow clod broke off the wheel well.
I got to the school, but there was a 2 hour delay, so I turned around and went home again. Unloaded daughter, and went into the house to wait it out. As I was unloading daughter, I noticed what I thought was an abundance of salt solution they spray on the roads when it gets cold/snowy/icy.
An hour later, my stomach was growling, so I decided it was time to eat my breakfast. I tore the house apart, could not find my milk. Then I remembered I hadn't brought it back in the house with me.
I ran out to the driveway to look in the car, but my milk wasn't there. I went back in the house, huffing and puffing. Where was it? Finally, I figured it out. I had set the cup on TOP of the car when I was loading my daughter in the car and it had fallen off when I went around that curve, and it was MILK on my car, not salt solution.
Yeah. I'm flippin brilliant sometimes!