Snapshot No. 1

Sitting in the kitchen playing dueling laptops with my significant other. The snow is starting to melt and the thought of washing the cars while its hovering around 50 degrees has been flitting through my mind today. Retracing my steps...I got my international travel award application turned in--I gave it to the secretary, feeling all proud that I had gotten it in RIGHT before it went to the committee. She looks at it, looks at me, and then says "I think you're supposed to submit three copies." After I tell her I had no idea she says "Well, it's right on the instructions on the website." Okay, make me feel even more incompetent, right? So I sigh, and start to head home, wanting to call first, but, oh, I've left my cell phone in my office.
I get home, make burgers. Feel exceedingly funky since I haven't taken a shower and decide to take a shower. While in the shower I start to feel super positive about "life." I can DO this! The odds are against me/us, but I am NOT giving up! We're (my significant other and I) going to make it, we have to, for ourselves and for A!
So, after the motivational shower, I come downstairs, clean the bathroom, the living room (including A's potty chair left over from this morning's mad dash to the day care, misc. crayons, books, stickers, combs and brushes, blankets, remote, cell phone charger, blah blah blah), clean the kitchen, drink some ice water and sit down to start getting my self together.
And then I realize: (1) my 2004-2005 performance appraisal is due TODAY (2)the director of the community center was asking if I'd be back today not because he just wanted to chat but because I was supposed to have drafted a grant that's due next week (3) I still don't have my classes together for next week (4) I probably have 2 hours before I should pick up A from day care, (5) I have 88 messages, whittled down from 157, and all 88 really do require that I DO something (read and respond, write a draft of something, etc., file the attachment because "it's important," etc.).
So what do I do?
Make plans to handle as many emails as possible and leave early so I can drown my sorrows in a Dunkin Donuts number one special. By the way, one of the women who teaches in a classroom at A's day care asked me last week if I wanted a pair of pants that were too tight for her. I'm wearing them today and was slightly weirded out to know that although I consider myself a size 6, these size 10 pants fit pretty darn good. Now talking with my alter ego (Ms. Pre-C Section "Still-Thinks-She's-Twenty-and-Super-Fine") --I don't care what you say, I'm still going to Dunkin Donuts.