Rush Hour Morning
|English: A photo of a cup of coffee. Esperanto: Taso de kafo. Français : Photo d’une tasse de caffé Español: Taza de café (Photo credit: Wikipedia)|
Write an excuse for not working today.
Work means different things for different people. For housewives like me every day is a different day, an unstructured day with jobs that range from the mundane to the extraordinary. For my husband my work day consists of having coffee with my friends.
So this is my excuse for not “working” today
Most days are like clockwork when things go real smooth,
From breakfast till midnight like a well oiled machine.
But some days just tumble from one thing to the next till your day goes by in a seamless blur.
I was supposed to meet my friends at the club at ten for a spot of coffee that was long overdue.
But I hadn’t reckoned for a morning that began a little after four
When a wrong number from somewhere disturbed my deep slumber.
With this rude pre-dawn awakening
I needed to stretch a few extra Asans to shake out
the remnants of sleep.
As I twisted and turned from one pose to the next,
I completely forgot that I had to rush through the morning to
Meet with my friends.
So I sipped my green tea
and glanced through the paper
And rushed to the bedroom to help out my daughter.
I helped burp the baby
And loaded the laundry while I ironed the nappies of the day before.
Then dusted the bedroom and made up the beds,
Sorted out tablets and
Fried up the eggs.
Buttered the toast and stirred up the porridge.
Cut up the fruit and ordered the veg.
I massaged the baby and helped bathe her clean.
Rushed through my emails before
Then dressed like a lady all perfumed and coiffed
I stepped out to wait for the one life that was working
As it slowly climbed up .
I jumped in and impatiently and waited for it to go down.
And it did ever so slowly stopping at each floor
When I got into my car and put it in gear
I saw the thin needle hover just above red.
So I ran to the petrol station to find I’m four cars behind.
I put down the window and tap my impatience while the
Mobile rings sharply and Jo at the other end says
“Where are YOU? We’re waiting it’s a half past Ten.
For me this was sacrilege for I’m never late
I mumble most sheepishly :
I’m sorry I was late, I forgot to look at my watch!!!