My fingers rested on the keys of my trusty HP laptop. The screen was glowing before me, a Word document filled with a header, my name and the date. I was ready to assault the page and spew intellectual verbage with skill and ease.
I spent thirty minutes on the first paragraph.
I spent another thirty staring.
Forty more, and I closed my laptop with a huff and tossed it to the end of the bed. I was hungry, tired, and sick of summarizing articles that made no sense to me the first, second, or third time I read them.
My eyes crossed, and my brain followed suit. I was annoyed and flustered, frustrated and on the verge of tears. So I did what any girl would do in my situation.
I picked up my cell and dialed. "Um, hello? Yes, I'd like to order a Happy Meal. With Fries. And a coke. Yes. Thank you."
"No onions?" my hubby said with a smile behind his tired voice.
"Yes, please," I snivelled.
"Okay - I'll be back in a few." And with that I could hear him bound up the stairs, leaving behind his tv filled with quarterbacks and centers and terminology of which I can not follow and traipsed out the front door.
I'm a lucky gal, I thought to myself as my knight in shining McArmor returned and handed me a tiny white bag. Ohh - and a Barbie princess doll, too!
Moral of the story: School can wait if there are happy meals present. :)