Sometimes Good is Good

It was a Murphy's law kind of day with dashes of luck thrown in to salvage it. Everyone in the house woke up late and by that I mean I needed to be out the door with Jacob within 5 minutes of waking up. Lucky for me my hair takes 3 days of not being washed before I really start to look like a waif (minus the waifish figure but I'm working on it), so this morning I was able to use the minor sheen of oil that had developed on my scalp overnight to slick it back into what appeared to be a purposeful Robert Palmer-girl ponytail.  At least I'd done all of my lesson plans the night before and baked a quick bread for Jacob's breakfasts.  Getting dressed I realized that my gas tank was on empty and I'd have to stop on my way to fill it. With Jeff's help I got out of the door by 7:20 which I hoped would get me to Jacob's school by 8 and to mine by 8:15. "Whew!" I thought as I drove down the hill, only to to remember that I'd left my wallet on the kitchen counter. No other choice but to turn around since the gas station attendant told me that he doesn't take I.O.Us the last time I left my wallet at home.  The gods were in a benevolent mood though and in Charlton Heston style (cheesy-cool Charlton Heston when he was overacting in epic movies and romacin' the ladies, not scary gun slinging uber republican Charlton Heston) they parted the normally horrid traffic and got me to school with a few minute to spare. Best of all, filling up the gas tank was under $30, down from around $60 this summer.

I was expecting the kids to be more off the wall than usual after the break but they did suprisingly well, worked hard, etc. though they stayed true to form and talked nonstop while they worked.  More mishaps peppered the day but all became well once more when I picked up Jacob from school and got that killer melt-my-heart smile/run into my arms combo.