I likened the Monday morning to getting into a cold water pool. You just got to jump in.
So I jumped in. Coffee was made, breakfast was eaten, hubby and kids went off to Seattle for their errands/adventures and I got ready for work.
I'm usually running a little late. I tend to sit too long with my last cup of coffee and read one more chapter in my book. But on Monday I was doing just fine.
I was breakfasted, dressed, lunch packed, hair dried and keys in hand and was at work on time. I was feeling very proud of myself.
Until I went into the restroom an hour later. As I washed my hands I looked at my face in the mirror. Oh. Oh. OH.
So that's how I was on time for work. No make up on at all. I skipped that whole step entirely. Now, I'm famous for not bothering with make up on a day to day basis. I think I look good without it.
But for work, I love to have a little mascara on. A little powder, a little eye shadow.
I learned something on Monday. The only way I'm on time for work is if I don't do one thing. Thank goodness it was just make up. Next time it could be arriving to work in my slippers.
Now that would be ghastly.