A Slice of Adulting

Slice of LIfe
Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers Thanks for stopping by!

Yesterday I was so proud of myself for getting all the way to school without spilling my coffee, which I had brought in a regular mug. Stupid, I know – but my travel mug wasn’t washed, and I didn’t want to be late, and I have a large cup holder. I pulled my Prius into the spot reserved for fuel-efficient cars, put on my sunglasses, got out of the car, put my backpack on before reaching for my mug. I was so careful. So proud. I thought to myself, “This is going to be a good day!”

A student and her mom walked by, headed towards the front door, and I said a friendly, “Good Morning!” as I grabbed my mug and it hit the radio dial and splashed all over the front seat.

At least I had a box of tissues, wedged conveniently under the driver’s seat. I’m not sure how it got there, or why I haven’t moved it yet. However, those tissues do come in handy.*

Last night I made sure to wash my travel mug.

Today I knew I had just enough time to finish something at school, drive to pick up my kids, take them home and get home by 4:00 for a phone meeting. I cut it close leaving school because I just wanted to finish the last tiny sticky note I was writing. But, I got to my kids’ school and they weren’t the last ones there and E said “You were only 5 minutes late, it’s okay,” when I apologized.

Somehow I didn’t get caught at the light I always get caught at, and I got home at 3:55! I ran inside, put my bag down, grabbed my laptop, and reached into my pocket to get my phone, which wasn’t there.

I retraced my steps, explained to my family that “yes, I know I didn’t leave it at school – I was playing music from it in the car!” We looked in the car, we called it 6 times.

I’ll spare you the suspense. H found it on the garage floor, where I guess it had fallen from my pocket, unnoticed. No, I don’t know why I didn’t hear it fall.

I was only 5 minutes late for my meeting, and my phone wasn’t broken. So there’s some good I guess.

Listen, Readers, I don’t have a call to action for you here. I’m sure you wash your travel mugs, clean your car, leave when you are supposed to leave, and don’t let your phone fall out of your pocket. But my adulting seems to be a little more whimsical.

*My computer keeps wanting me to correct “tissues” to “issues” and now I’m wondering if that is the heart of my slice, that “those issues do come in handy.”

3 thoughts on “A Slice of Adulting

  1. Adulting is not for the weak of heart! I’ve come into school a couple of times, proud I got out of the house only to fly back home because I walked out WITHOUT my computer!

    I’m the flipping technology teacher and I walk out with my technology?? Seriously.

    Yeah, I get this post in a deep in my bones sort of way! 🙂

  2. “…those “issues” do come in handy.” Ha! I agree, this is the heart of your slice. Some days just happen that way and it would be so nice to be able to just throw a good, strong tantrum to deal with it. I definitely would’ve cried over spilled coffee.

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