Rainy days are never fun. The day is usually gloomy, cold, and in no way, shape or form, motivating. I mean who seriously wants to get out of a warm bed and go to work when it is pouring outside? For me, this particular rain day was a little worse than others. Rain days for me are a little worse than the average 9-5er. I don’t work in an office. I am out and about in the city all day. On most days, I love that part. I’ll park my car, no matter how hot or cold, and walk around visiting clients, making sales calls, and even stopping in at café’s to work on the computer or focus on the blackberry. Most days, I love that I don’t work in an office all day. Not today.
Getting yourself together and looking decent on a rainy day is hard enough alone. Try adding a work event, a 6 month old, and a straight haired woman (remember how crazy I am about my hair?!?!) This morning was proof that every working woman should have a garage. Never in my wildest dreams would I consider a garage a luxury. I usually think that is the man’s domain. Oh no no ladies…today I realized it could have been my saving grace.
Like most mornings, Brody and I were hanging out and getting ready for the day. He slipped on his “worn” looking new Gap jeans and I was contemplating how to look cute in excessive rain gear. I had an event to go to after work so I decided I would bring the business suit and wear comfortable clothes that worked with a long rain poncho and boots. Well, adding an outfit only added another bag to the many I drag out to the car every morning. So, here we are, ready to tackle this beautiful weather. I take my typical first trip to the car. I bring the diaper bag, my laptop bag, my work bag, now an additional outfit bag, and a lunch bag (at least I didn’t have to feel bad about not going to the gym today). By this point, it is no longer raining, it is POURING. There is no hoodie, blanket, hat, or sheet that will prevent Brody from getting soaked. The poor kid already has a cold so the last thing I wanted to do was soak him. I decided I would have to use an umbrella to cover him. It shouldn’t be too hard to hold a baby carrier, umbrella and a travel cup of coffee. So one would think… We get out the door and the large and trendy Burberry umbrella is covering both of us. The coffee is adding a challenge but nothing this mom can’t handle. There is no way I am locking the front door, I’ll have to run back for that. We trek out to the car and I realize I’m holding the carrier in the wrong direction. As I curse the rain (my sons first word might be a four letter one) I am now trying to flip the car seat carrier as I slide open the side door to my mini-van…that’s right, I said mini-van. That is my new whip these days. Don’t judge me; at least it’s a Swagger wagon. Anyway, while opening the door, trying to keep the umbrella propped over my sons head and get him hooked in, the coffee mug goes flying into the street. “You’ve got to be f*ing kidding me!” (again with the four letter word) Brody smiles at me and I can’t help but laugh (just a little, tiny laugh). I go to grab the coffee mug, there is not a drop to savor. Of course I reached without the umbrella so now there is hair frizz. I run back to the house, throw the cup in the sink, lock the door and we’re off.
I didn’t even get out of the neighborhood before I’m on the phone with my husband. “I need a garage…I look like a wet animal and I almost dropped your son in a puddle.” Ok, I was exaggerating but he needed to understand how serious I was. If I would have had a garage, none of this would have happened. “I NEEEEED a garage, I am done with this, and now I don’t have any coffee.” After he reminded me I work for a coffee company (beside the point) and that he was sure I looked fine, he said he loved me and hung up the phone. Of course today he decides to be rational.
So ladies, listen here when I say that I will never again live in a house without a garage. Heck, maybe we’ll even splurge for a double. I am not taking this lightly. That garage could have saved my caffeine and that is something you just don’t mess with.
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