Early for the Ball…

I dreamed Uber showed up 15 minutes too early
to pick me up for the ball–and I wasn’t dressed yet.

My kids were all yelling at me,
“Mom, Mom, Mommmmm!”

And I’m all grumbly.

“But I have 15 minutes. My hair looks stupid.”

“Mom, hurry! They can’t just wait on you!”

Why not… grumble…. fine. Ugh.

I start pulling my red studded cowboy boots on.

Good thing my kids were there in my dream
to yell at me and wake this Cinderella up.

I accidentally turned my alarm off this morning.

Would have missed my meeting.