It's Official... I'm An Idiot

I am horrified! Mortified! It was so embarrassing. I got up to go to school today, I did my hair, I put on nice clothes (second choice outfit since first choice was dirty). I ate my breakfast at lightning speed. I even managed to leave my husband with the crying kids and a only few shouts of 'don't forget this' and 'be sure they wear their coats.'

I walked to school, nervous and a bit cold (it's been raining today) and I got to my class and it was all dark. Crap, I thought, they've moved the class and I don't know where to. I called Robert on the phone but he didn't answer as he was, I'm sure, wrestling children into the car. So I was brave and went over to the Advisory Office to ask them if they knew. And that's when it happened. The horriblest, worst nightmare, besides falling on my face or forgetting to wear pants.

School starts tomorrow.

I didn't know! None of my friends who are students knew (okay, well maybe that's cause they are all Law Students and have been in classes for a month now). I wish I could crawl under a rock for a few days and hide. Instead I have to comfort myself with knowledge that I probably won't see those people enough for them to remember who I am by next week.

*sigh* So I have yet to get over my nerves and have to go through another sleepless night before I can overcome this little bump.

Maybe I'll die before then and won't have to worry about it.

Comments

Terésa said…
UGH!!! That is the worst! (Not the people who saw you, I’m sure you’re not the first to do that!) But the waiting AGAIN with anther night of anxiety!! UGH! I feel for you.
September 2, 2008 at 6:09 PM
Lisa said…
How hard did Robert laugh when you got home?
September 2, 2008 at 8:03 PM
Anonymous said…
What a great story. Wait till Boston is worried about starting high school and you can say, "oh honey, everything will be ok. It can't be as bad as what i did." And of course then you share this story and laugh.
September 2, 2008 at 9:59 PM
Claire said…
ya know, I blame the school for this one. Like who has ever heard of not having class on the first day of school, unless your class starts at 4pm or later? It's crazy and totally freaked me out my first semester
October 29, 2008 at 8:13 AM
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