My morning

• Got to work
• Saw that my wretched vacuum had been fixed (I HATE this vacuum and was so glad when it broke. It's my-job specific vacuum, and I have to use it when it's working. Bleh. Heavy, cumbersome, and makes this awful whistling sound that begs for earplugs. No joke.)
• Swept and mopped the two entryways and two flights of stairs I'm responsible for
• Vacuumed with the WretchVac and was nearly in tears by the end 
• Didn't have time to clean my glass before the museum opened, so it looked terrible. And there is a lot of glass in my entryways. It's a museum. And kids are sticky. = my glass looked awful. So much for my job being about presentation.
• Here's the doozy: It's seven minutes to ten, and we open at ten. I'm putting some stuff away in my closet when this chorus of knocking and banging comes from the front windows and doors. I peek out and see this woman and about ten kids (amongst many other waiting people) motioning for me to come let them in. I try to tell them we're not open yet. She looks confused. I go to the door, poke my head out, and say "We're not open yet, we open at ten." She gets this rude look on her face, whips out her iPhone to check the time, and says: "You open at ten." "Yes." "It's seven minutes to ten." "Yes." "So we have to wait seven minutes?" (incredulity dripping off of her at this point). "Yes." "Well then I guess we got here seven minutes early. Thanks!" and walks off. Imagine much attitudinal neck-swiveling and a very rude and impatient demeanor. 
• What I was thinking: get your stupid lisp out of my face and wait for the seven minutes like everyone else. What I did: smiled politely and kept it all to myself. Very difficult.
• I open at ten, everyone storms in and ruins my clean floors with rainy-day nastiness on their shoes. Oh well. 
• Did I mention I was so hungry that I was shaking? (Pregnancy and low blood sugar don't mix well.) I go downstairs for a granola bar, then come back to finish the glass after a few school bus loads of children have stormed the museum. Ken Packer (Mr. Second-in-Command over the whole museum) pokes his head around the door and motions for me to follow him. "We have a problem in the back room," he says. So I follow him and try to ask what's going on, but all he says is, "It's the munchkins and it's your fault." I'm imaging some horrible incident where I left a closet open and some kid has drunk a bottle of glass cleaner or something. So I follow him into the corporate offices, into the back room (employee lunch room and general work room), and find a box of donuts, chocolate milk, and two packages of Oreos waiting on the table there. Ken says to the couple of people getting stuff for a birthday party ready, "I like her [aka me] better than my students so I brought her instead."
• Cue rainbows and twittering birds as everything bad about my morning drifts to the background. Lots of other  people start showing up to the birthday party for one of the workers, all of whom are museum employees and have their own labs and stuff. I'm carrying a bottle of class cleaner and have my ID hanging around my neck. Awesome? I thought so :) I love that guy. We moved everything into the very nice conference room and partied like it was ten thirty in the morning.

Cool, huh? So my terrible morning turned really nice when Ken thought of me and I got a donut and chocolate milk and ate them in a big cushy leather chair. Take that, rude lady.

When I was leaving, I had to go back to the office twice for things I had forgotten, but then I caught my bus right on time. You know those days when it feels like Heavenly Father puts all of the pieces together for you? My morning was one of them. I really like those days. 

Happy Wednesday everyone!

PS. We're six months along today! 91 days left :)

PSS. Check out these adorable cupcakes: 

Are you in love? Because you should be. Click on the picture for the cupcakes and go here for more home-bakery awesomeness.