When it rains it pours:

and then your windshield wipers break. As you are driving your kids to school. In the pouirng freezing rain. And you are sticking you're head out the window Ace Ventura style while thoughts of crashing are roaring through your head. And your real concern about that? The fact that you did not brush your teeth, or get dressed this morning and how awful its going to be when you are at the hospital being examined. Almost harder to explain....you imagine anyway, Is going to be the waffles with extra syrup all over the car because you were running late and your 3 year old, who has done nothing but throw up for the past 24 hours, NEEDS HER FAFFLES NOW MOMMY! But your other daughter. You know the perfect one that just cringes at the thought of being brought to school late by her imperfect mother is yelling at you to hurry up so the 3 year old with her plate full of waffles are thrown into the car. But in my imagination i can only picture the condemning of a mother that feeds her children waffles in a moving vehicle for goodness sakes. The fact that this is what concerns me as semi's splash on by tells you something about me I'm sure. The fact that in our haste i forgot to give the perfect daughter her lunch money would probably add to that opinion, so i'll leave that part out....well in future tellings of the story anyway!
I tell ya, i could not make this stuff up if i tried...and after reading today's horoscope ;

Friday, March 2nd, 2007 PST
Cancer (June 21 - Jul 22)

The external noise may not bother you much today, for you are buzzing with useful ideas that make you excited with the potential. Don't let your best thoughts just slip away; communicate them to others at work. But don't stretch the truth; if you say and write exactly what you know, your words will positively impact others.

I would'nt even dare try.
So....i know this much to be true. If you ever wake up on a random Friday morning and its pouring freezing rain, go back to bed! Or you might just almost get into an accident with a semi and the paremedic will see you in your flannel pj's and flip-flops and your car just might get covered in eggo syrup and your daughter will have to charge the homemade macaroni and cheese that day and you DEFINTELY will not be winning any mother of the year awards!