You've Got to be Kidding Me

Hi, have we met?  I’m the one who hates waking up early.  This is precisely the reason that I am full of rage this morning.

I am in the Young Women’s Presidency in our ward.  This means that once in a while I have to cover for the President at meetings and such.  This morning was one of those occasions.  She asked me to fill in for her at a meeting this morning; a meeting that began at 7:30 AM.  The only problem with this, besides the obscene hour at which it begins, is that Michael also attends this meeting for his calling.  That meant finding something to do with Eva.  My friend graciously agreed to let me drop Eva at her house on our way to the meeting.

I awoke at 6 this morning in order to get everyone ready on time.  6 o’clock on a Sunday.  It’s preposterous!  I dragged my lazy arse out of bed, I showered even though it meant sacrificing sleep time.  I actually combed my hair so I wouldn’t look like the disgusting ape that I really am. I had Myke dress Eva and he let her choose a dress that is way too short for her.  I didn’t even scold the two of them for embarrassing me.  I was pleasant and on time.  I was feeling accomplished.

We drove to my friend’s house at 7:20 and I raced to her door so we wouldn't be late for our meeting.  I knocked.  No answer.  I rang the doorbell.  No answer.  I rang the doorbell again.  No answer.  I checked my watch.  7:25.  Crap!

Now what?  Do I kick open the door?  Do I simultaneously knock and ring the bell over and over until she answers?  Do I break the glass like they do on TV and reach my hand in to unlock the deadbolt?  Do I just walk away and miss the meeting like a chump?

Chump it is.

I dropped Myke off at the church and came home to seethe.  Not only do I look like a nincompoop for missing the meeting, I had to wake up at 6 for nothing.  ABSOLUTLEY NOTHING!         STUPID!          YOU’RE SO STUPID!

Since the trauma of the morning is still fresh in my mind, I’m considering dropping this friend.  If you can’t get up early and be miserable with me on a beautiful Sunday morning, I don’t need you. 

Except that I do.  She’s pretty great.

No recourse.  Dang it.