Rough Mornings and coffee

So I was late today. I mean really late. I mean as in I hit the snooze button from 4:45 am to 6:03 am. I just could not get out of bed. I don't understand it lately, because I've been going to bed at a pretty decent hour. I got up, showered and got ready to go. Sent a text to my co-workers to let them know I was running late and would be in about 7. I went downstairs to the Dragon's Den and got in Facebook for a few minutes and then went back upstairs to get my stuff and leave.

It's raining outside and windy, but I left my hoodie downstairs. I decide I'll just grab a sweatshirt to go over my work clothes, because I don't want to go downstairs again. I check my purse for all the things I need, and notice I don't have my car keys. hum..... I remember Dan asking for them the night before to get stuff out of my car. So I go back downstairs anyway to look around for my keys. Nope, no keys on the desks or the table. I go back upstairs to look in my bedroom. I check out Dan's pants, nope not in the pocket. Not on his dresser, my dresser, or my nightstand. I check the kitchen and the key rack on the wall. Now I'm frustrated. I have just spent 15 minutes looking for my keys.

I wake Dan up and ask him: "where are my keys?" He sleepily replies: " I put them in the pocket of your hoodie." I reply under my breath: "Of course you did. Why would have put them back into my purse where you found them?" I stomp out of the room and grab all my stuff, run down the stairs and check out my hoodie. Grab the keys and go out the garage door.

I sent a new text saying I lied and I would be in about 7:30. I asked my co-workers do you want coffee? By the time I picked up coffee and got to work it was 7:45. GRRRR