The other morning I was on autopilot. Who am I kidding? Most mornings I am on autopilot. It’s that semi-early morning half awake state of working on your second cup of coffee where you’re up, you’re functional, but still not ready to, say, make a presentation in front of people.
Thing is, I’ve been doing the morning routine for a long time, so it’s something I can successfully do, despite my level of caffeine intake. I get up before the kids, check email, set the table and prep for breakfast, etc. – essentially things that require no thought. If an email does require any semblance of brain activity, I shelve it until later in the morning.
Usually by the time I am making the kids’ lunches I will have had two or three cups of coffee and am beginning to be not only coherent, but behaving in a fairly “normal” manner befitting the human race. I am still on autopilot. I’ve been doing this for so long, I really can just about do this in my sleep.
The problem comes in this particular morning, I was sort of still asleep. I pulled the bread, peanut butter, jelly, and two cans of Guinness out of the refrigerator. I made the sandwiches, put them in their containers, got the fruit, the crunch bit (usually chips of some sort) and was putting it all in the lunchboxes when I noticed I had inadvertently missed picking up a couple of juice boxes and instead had two cans of my favorite liquid.
This is why I don’t like to “stock up” on beer in the house.
While the principal at my kids’ school is from Ireland, I highly doubt she would see the humor in the situation had my children opened their lunchboxes in the cafeteria only to discover a can of Guinness in place of a juice box.