I got the best mug for Christmas this year.
Normally I am staunchly opposed to the gifting of mugs, on account of the fact that my husband used to be a teacher, and the yearly influx of mugs was just overwhelming. Mugs with snowmen on them, mugs filled with candy, insulated travel mugs, mugs reading “#1 teacher”, personalized mugs…. So. Many. Mugs. The first year when he was just starting out we happily accepted all of the mugs like the dirt-poor, just out of college, living in an apartment the size of a shoe box twenty two year olds we were. But by his tenth year teaching? Let’s just say, mugs made me cry. (Just do the math—if you get an average of 6-8 mugs a year times 10 years teaching = WHERE DO I PUT ALL THE MUGS???)
But I digress. I got this mug here from the white elephant gift exchange we had at work.
Isn’t it awesome? I saw it and I just knew we were meant for each other.
This was one of those gift exchanges where you could either take a new present from the pile, or steal from someone else. I stole this one from Eileen who, when I approached her and said “I will take that, thank you very much”, replied “Yeah, I figured”.
Wait, what? She figured that I would take the “hot mess” mug? I don’t know what that means.
Maybe she knows about that time that I went to work wearing two different high heeled boots, one black and one brown. I mean, they looked quite similar in style, and the heel was almost the same height. I thought I was just a little off balance from fatigue, quite honestly. I had a three month old baby and a two year old at the time that I had to drop off at the sitter before work, so I think maybe I get a pass on this one. I decided to deal with the faux pas by just addressing the elephant in the room right at the outset. The whole day, I just walked into each exam room and said, “Hi! I’m Tracy, one of the nurse practitioners. I’m wearing two different shoes today because getting dressed is hard for me. What brings you in today?” Also during this very fragile and sleepless time in my life I showed up at the gym (multiple times) with my shirt on either inside out, backward, or both. Add to that the time I worked about 4 hours–a half day!– with my sweater on inside out before a medical assistant kindly said, “Hey, I’m not sure if you know this, but your sweater is inside out”. You’re not sure if I know? Do people wear their sweaters inside out on purpose?
There was also a period of time about a year ago when I spent at least two weeks mismatching my pants and tops. I had two pairs of pants in the same style, one black and one navy. Despite the fact that I have no history of color blindness, I would get to work and notice that I had on the navy pants instead of the black pants with my black shoes, or vice versa. This sort of thing went on for almost two weeks, despite my efforts to carefully check the color of my pants before heading out the door. I finally gave up and declared, “THAT’S IT! I WILL NO LONGER WEAR PANTS.” I wore skirts and dresses exclusively for about a month after that. Pants can suck it.
Then there was the time I was eating an apple in my car. It was an Empire apple. They are so yummy, aren’t they? New York State’s finest. Anyhow, after eating the apple in my car, I parked and went around to a few places to do some errands. I went to at least three places–a few quick in-and-outs at some stores, the bank, etc. At my last stop, I was chatting with this nice lady who was helping me out at the counter. I conversed with her for at least 3 full minutes before she said, “I just need to tell you–you have a little sticker on your chin.” I reached my hand up to my chin and, sure enough, there was the little oval produce sticker, stuck to my chin, from the apple I ate one hour and three errands ago. I don’t eat apples anymore.
ALSO, there was this time at work when I had to do a trach tube change on one of our medically fragile kids. Her mom was, legitimately, a real stickler about germs, because one of the easiest places for a medically fragile kid to get sick is in a doctor’s office or a hospital (unfortunate, but true!) So she watched everyone wash their hands and made sure everything was tip-top. We set up the drape and got the supplies all ready, and we were just about to change the trach tube when the mom said, “What’s that on the drape?” Strangely, a large chocolate chip, one of those oversized ones, was sitting on the drape overlying the patient’s chest. “It looks like a chocolate chip”, said my very wise and observant physician colleague. “That is so weird,” I said, “how did that get there?” We all looked at one another, completely confused and befuddled at this unexplainable phenomenon, as mysterious as a crop circle. The chocolate chip didn’t seem to be too much of an infectious threat (since it was a clean procedure, not a sterile one) so we removed it and carried on. When we got out of the room, I confessed to the doctor that my NP colleague kept a jar of chocolate chips in our office, and almost every day after lunch I grabbed a handful from the jar as a little treat. Well, on this particular day, I was wearing an infinity scarf. And….well, the chocolate chip kinda sorta fell out of my scarf while we were getting everything ready. It must have dropped into my scarf when I tossed the chocolate into my mouth, and then fell out when I was getting the supplies ready. We died.
There is more. Oh, so much more. But we will have to save some stories for another day.
So, yes Eileen, I stole the mug from you for a very good reason. I have earned it. I am the conductor of the Hot Mess Express. All Aboard! Choo choo!!