27 minutes

From bed to desk.

My morning routine tends to be fairly efficient. Not necessarily rushed, but definitely efficient. When each moment getting ready for work means one less moment of sleep, I just naturally progess towards a routine that maximizes my sleep time.

The 27 minutes it took today was a bit too quick.

Here's how it broke down:

8:00 am - Wake up, slightly startled. Hear a dog barking (who is never normally barking between 6:30 and 7:00 when I normally wake up). Notice it's bright daylight outside. Wonder what exactly is going on. It's not the weekend... I don't think. And yet, it can't be a weekday because it's 8:00 am and I'm still in bed. Surely it must be the weekend. Close my eyes, only slightly convinced.

8:02 am - Eyes fly open! OMG! It *isn't* the weekend! I have no idea what day it is but I suddenly know it isn't the weekend! Jump out of bed. Peel off my clothes.

8:03 am - Jump in the shower. (Somewhere between taking my clothes off and getting in the shower, I remember it's Wednesday)

8:12 am - (I really need a clock in the bathroom - it was awful having those 9 minutes pass without knowing how fast they were going). Showered and have done my hair (which, thank goodness, only involves brushing out the wet hair, applying a frizz control gel, and giving the hair a couple scrunches to encourage the curls), applied makeup, deoderant and perfume.

8:13 am - Putting on clothes. Slightly annoyed at self for not laying out clothes last night, figuring I'd have enough time in the morning since I was going to be up at 5:30 am to go to the gym so I'd be back at the house, and awake, before 7:00 to actually dress - right.

8:15 am - In kitchen grabbing an apple. Thankful that, a couple days ago, I decided to take yogurt to leave in the work fridge. Grab purse and put on shoes. Grab coat.

8:16 am - Backing out of driveway, marvelling at how, even though there have been occasions I've only left for work at 7:55 am, the world seems so much more "alive" at 8:16 - kids are out and everything. Drive to work. Consider going straight to other side of plant, where I'm supposed to meet someone at 8:30 and then, just pretend I was there at 8:00 and decided just to head over that direction directly. Decide against this - I'm not interested in playing games.

8:23 am - Pull into work parking lot. See my boss' car and realize my hope that today will be a day he doesn't arrive until 8:30 isn't going to come true. Park and lock car.

8:26 am - Breeze into office as if there's no issue with me not arriving until 8:30 (and really, given that we're on flex time a bit, and I put in enough other hours, it probably isn't a huge deal, but I certainly don't feel good about it. I think 8:00 is the latest I should be there. Which would mean I can't really be, you know, waking up at that time. :p)

8:27 am - Drop my purse, take off my coat and plop down in my chair. (I was a little late for my 8:30 meeting with the other person but we'll pretend that's because of the urgent business I had to discuss with my boss based on a voicemail - not because I completely overslept. :p)

27 minutes from bed to desk. That's a little too efficient, even for me. :p