Comedy of errors

My life this morning has been a comedy of errors. Except I'm not laughing. From a shortened post-shower routine (no mascara, no body lotion, hair not dry) to baby bottle washing and drying (not done last night) to not dry laundry (that sat overnight) to massive spit up (with no time to change the crib sheet) to an interrupted breakfast (no second cup of coffee) to last-minute outfit change (key garment not clean), I was 15 minutes late leaving the house. And of course, when I finally get to campus and try to park, the only two spots open in the staff lot nearest the library not yet full are too small for my car to fit in. So after trying yet another staff lot that is also already full, I wind up in the commuter student lot at the bottom of the hill. After trudging up the hill and into my office, I discover that the trash that hadn't been emptied since last Wednesday still wasn't emptied. I also have email in my inbox that was sent last Tuesday but only delivered this morning, and other emails that are responses to inquiries I sent last week that don't answer my original question. And when I finally get around to taking my first baby bartender break, I'm interrupted *twice* by housekeeping staff finally coming to empty the trash. Sigh.