6 a.m. Alarm goes off. Up and at 'em, Adam Ant! Why? Because I am my daughter's personal alarm clock. Wakey-wakey, Roo-girl!
6:02 a.m. Crawl back into bed and log onto Facebook and Plurk. And maybe email and my reader.
6:03 a.m. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
6:32 a.m. Second alarm goes off. Why? Because I knew what would happen at 6:03.
6:33 a.m. Look through bleary eyes at laptop screen. Plurk pathetically and bemoan the lack of coffee at my bedside.
7 a.m. Oops. Grab a pair of jeans, throw a jacket over my t-shirt and run ... calling for Roo-girl as I go.
7:10 a.m. Finally get in the car and frantically drive through massive traffic to take a certain teenager to summer school.
7:11 a.m. Fight the desire to dropkick my suddenly sullen kid through the goalposts of life. Get a clue, girlfriend. It's really not all about YOU.
7:25 a.m. Boot sullen child out of my car and drive directly -- do not pass go -- to the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf for a much-needed vanilla latte (half-caff, nonfat, no foam).
7:40 a.m. Aaahhhh, half-caffeinated bliss.
7:50 a.m. Home. Home. Home. Yay! Vegetate.
8:05 a.m. Field first text message from the Roo-girl ("I thought of something else I maybe want for my birthday"). Seriously? During biology? Get an A, for gawd's sake!
8:06 a.m. Think about blogging. Play Bejeweled Blitz instead.
11:15 a.m. Wonder where the time went.
11:16 a.m. Remember I have an eye appointment at 11:45. Grab some deodorant and clean clothes and hustle hustle hustle.
11:18 a.m. Leave the house! (Man, I'm good.)
11:45 a.m. Get to eye doc on time. Score!
11:46 a.m. Ace the eye chart, thereby solidifying the prescription for my contact lenses. It's only been a six-month odyssey.
12 p.m. Leave eye doctor, think about drive-through.
12:01 p.m. Resist.
12:o2 p.m. Resist.
12:03 p.m. Resist.
12:04 p.m. Aw hell.
12:20 p.m. Regret not resisting.
12:21 p.m. Lose track of time until ...
1:03 p.m. Text the Roo-girl to see if she wants to be picked up from school.
1:04 p.m. Answer: Im not sure yet.
1:04:30 p.m. Answer: Actually can you come pick me up??
1:05 p.m. Fight even nastier school traffic to get to Roo-girl, who at ...
1:10 p.m. ... is standing on a street corner.
1:25 p.m. Rescue Roo-girl from street corner and query her about lunch options before her 2:15 cheer practice.
1:40 p.m. Continue to navigate bad traffic. Decide on shortcut. Oops.
1:50 p.m. Arrive at supermarket for possible lunch options. "HURRY, Mom. I have practice at 2:15!"
2 p.m. Head back to school for practice. Significantly less traffic now, but WHY exactly did I pick her up again???
2:04 p.m. Boot varsity cheerleader out of my car. Blink a couple times when she actually says thank you.
2:05 p.m. Consider options for the 2 1/2 hours before I have to return to school for cheer practice pickup. Decide to not decide.
2:06 p.m. Waste time until ...
4:39 p.m. ... Z-man approaches. "Mom, can you give me a ride to work soon?" Why certainly!
4:40 p.m. Field ANOTHER text from the Roo-girl: "im dun. can u com get me?"
4:41 p.m. Bemoan my child, the product of public schools.
4:42 p.m. Drive, drive, shlep, shlep.
I'm almost embarrassed to tell you how the rest of the day went ... because it ended at the mall looking at possible birthday presents with the Roo-girl.
I really am a soft touch.