“She’s so put together,” they whisper as they pass me in the office. I hear them wondering how I do it. Well, the answer is easy:
First, I jump out of bed about thirty minutes late. Scramble to shower and shave, but not before stubbing my toe on the bedroom door on my way to the bathroom. I burn my corneas with soap while hurriedly washing my face. Then I race to my closet, towel wrapped around me, but skin still soaking wet. I grab a skirt and a blouse, thinking how perfect it is that I settled on something to wear in only five seconds and thankful that luck is on my side. I’m done ironing when I notice the missing button, which means no blouse for me. I’m now forced to start from scratch, since the skirt will no longer work either—there goes my luck.
I manage to put on my makeup with no hiccups, but there’s no time for hair. So a bun it is. The struggle to open a bobby pin causes a moment of insanity wherein I throw them all across the floor. But I need them. So I scurry over to pick them up. Hair crisis handled, I toss a pair of flats into my bag and step into my heels. I’m ready to go when I realize… Keys! WHERE. ARE. MY. KEYS??? UGH!!! I spend ten minutes tearing the place apart before remembering that I left them in the pocket of the coat I wore the day before. Makeup on, bun perched firmly atop my head and keys in hand, I’m finally ready to seize the day. I take one last look around—papers strewn about, throw pillows and couch cushions out of place from my frantic search—and put on my shades and hit the streets. Cool as a cucumber.
And that’s pretty much how it’s done.
Daily Prompt: Chaos