Even though I prepared the boy’s lunch last night, I still barely had my act together this morning to nuke it, put it in a thermos, and pack his lunchbox. I blame this on my cavalier attitude about the fact that the boy’s lunch was already made and I dilly-dallied all morning until it was too late. Plus, I’ve decided to turn a new leaf and start dressing like a grownup at work, which meant having to iron a shirt and pick out a suit to wear. I debated whether or not I should wear a tie, but in the end, I passed on the tie.
I still look like a dork, only a dork in a suit.