And the moral of this story is?

I am not a morning person. NOT! I apparently can't even train my body to be alert in the morning. On August 25th of this year, the kids started back to school and I started back to work. Due to having to be ready for work when we head off to school, I must get up at 5:50 in the morning. OK, that having been said, I rarely make it out of bed without hitting the snooze. I also have a "second" or "back-up" alarm, because I have been known to turn it off and just go back to sleep. Three weeks of training is apparently not enough.

So this morning, I got out of bed with the back-up alarm and jumped in the shower. I washed and conditioned my hair, shaved my leg. Got out blew my hair dry, got dressed, made the kids lunches, got the kids dressed. Dropped them off, came to work. I am currently starving because I didn't get up in enough time to make myself a lunch. So I'm following a co-worker who brought their lunch, one because I'm hungry and it smelled good, but also because she's fun to talk to and it has been a little slow today. She asked me how I was I said cold, she said it isn't that cold, I said I shaved my legs this morning and look they are already grown out. I looked down and almost died of embarrassment. That is not a typo in the second sentence of this paragraph. I literally shaved my leg, my right leg to be exact and didn't shave my left leg. Now I know that several of you have written embarrassing stories about how you went to work in two different black shoes, or a black shoe and a brown shoe exactly alike. I am walking around my office in a skirt and high heels with one shaved leg and one hairy leg. Its not slightly stubbly either. I look like a German woman named Helga who has never been introduced to a razor.

I have turned about 14 different shades of red, was laughing so hard at my stupidity of not noticing sooner and am bawling when I walked into the staff offices. I couldn't even get the story out of my mouth because I couldn't compose myself. I know have to sit at my desk afraid to remove my legs from the cover of my desk and somehow manage to have the courage to pick up the children and hope the mom's standing around me don't notice my unpainted toenails and hairy left leg.