Waffles.

"Make a waffle" she said "It'll be quick" she said. Because of these misleading prompts by my own mom, a perfectly good morning twisted into a whirlwind of inescapable lateness. I know, that as a mother she was just trying to make sure that I had something to eat for breakfast. She means well. I just wish that she would have started the waffle for me since she thought I should have it! But no, I'm "too old for her to be making my breakfast". Standing at the waffle maker, fully dressed for once, I was so sure that I was ready to go and would be in the car on time. Well, minute after minute passes and the waffle maker doesn't beep. I'm tapping my foot, backpack on my back, still optimistic. A couple more minutes pass. Still no beep! By now I'm irritated. When I finally hear the stupid noise and see the green light I just rip the waffle out and fling it in my container and storm towards the door and turn on the alarm. I throw my things into the car but of course I'm still not ready! I forgot my phone! Now I have to go back inside, turn off the alarm, grab my phone, set the alarm again, and try to actually leave my house. The adrenaline from my hearts aggravation makes me gas it while I'm driving; it's a miracle I didn't wreck. I eventually pull into my park and walk up to my class, waffles in hand. Late.