The type of mornings where you say "I can't believe X, X and X has already happened and its not even X AM! 😫"
I live abroad where 1) everyone pays for everything using an app on their phone (cash is often met with an amused smirk so I've stopped using it now!) and 2) the language is really bloody difficult. I've been learning but still having trouble getting anyone to understand me.
New job, ready to go on time despite getting around 4 hours sleep due to poorly baby and feeling terrible.
Walked out of the door and realised I'd forgotten my phone. No problem, went to open the door and realised I also didn't have my key.
Banging on the door for so long but DH is sleeping like a baby after being up late with the actual baby and didn't hear. At this point I'm sweating profusely (it's BOILING here, and not in a nice way, in a sweaty humid way), I'm frazzled, and getting tearful and stressy. I live in an apartment so can't go to a side door or window to try there. But we DO have guards (all the apartment complexes have guards here) so I go downstairs planning to ask a guard if I can borrow their phone to make a quick call to DH.
I ask the guard, through a combination of my broken language and the art of mime, and he eventually understands that I have a problem involving a lack of a phone and a key. So he phones me a locksmith. I'm frantically trying to signal to him that I don't need a locksmith but he's too busy on the phone to the locksmith to listen. Eventually understands and needs to call the locksmith back while I stand there, hot, flustered, embarrassed (a small crowd was forming - foreign people attract attention at the best of times and I expect I was looking a bit insane, flailing my arms around like a lunatic and trying to mime out everything I wanted to say to the poor bemused guard) and feeling like the world's biggest nuisance. Eventually he understands and gives me the phone and I ring DH, who of course doesn't pick up until after I've let the phone ring and ring and ring five times over.
Eventually DH lets me in, and I inexplicably burst into tears and am crying so much through a combination of tiredness, embarrassment and frustration and PMT and I can't stop crying. I'm late for work but I can't stop!
Pull myself together, think I'll take a tuktuk to the subway station to save time, even though I'll still be late. And while on the tuktuk, while texting my friend the tale of my woes, I go over a bump, phone flies out of my hand, onto the floor, and through a gap underneath my seat onto the road, where the screen cracks (but miraculously, at least, it's still working).
So here I am, late for work, looking like a mess, with a cracked phone screen, and still feeling a bit tearful and pathetic. I KNOW i need to pull myself together, but my tired brain can't get around this amount of frustration before 10 AM.
Can someone please share tales of equally pathetic/bad mornings to make me feel better?