The big hand? What’s that?
I awoke this morning to a little baby snuggling up next to me. This is not a normal happening. Sarah brought him in and laid down with us. It was nice…even when he spit up in the bed…twice. I dozed on and off for a while. It was nice.
I glanced at the clock and realized the alarm wasn’t turned on, but I was still fine. It was about the time I normally got up. I actually was a little early. So I showered as normal, made the Binja’s bottles and food for the day, swept some of the living room and headed out. Sarah had said goodbye in a leisurely manner about 10 minutes before we left. It was a good morning.
Traffic was extremely light…almost like a holiday morning during the school year. It was awesome. I dropped off the baby at daycare and chatted with my friends there. It was really nice. It was like a perfect spring day.
I headed to work, stopping by McDonalds to grab breakfast. I was about 30 minutes early, eating my 
sausage biscuit, and jamming to morning radio.
“It’s 9:00 o’clock and that was Elton John…”
Um…no, it’s 8:00. If it were nine…that would mean…I was late by 30 minutes…not early.
Sarah had brought Tony in because I had over slept. When I looked at the clock, I had only looked in the minutes, not the hour. I had been an hour late all morning. I didn’t realize it until I was pulling into work. I can’t tell you how many time in that hour and a half that I had looked at a clock and never really read it.
I felt like a tard.
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