Household Hunger Games

Trying to get out of my house this morning was near impossible. I woke up late which pushed back my entire getting ready schedule. When it was finally time to get dressed after a breakfast of macaroni and cheese, I decided to wear a shirt that needed ironed, a bad decision on my part. As I flew down the stairs on the way to the basement, I noticed the dog assuming the poo position. While taking the dog out would push me back even further, cleaning up the poo would take even longer. So, I scooped her up and threw her outside. When she finally came back in and someone got me a diaper, I could finally move on. I went to my room only to be attacked by a stink bug. It flew right at me as I was putting my tank top on. I crouched on the floor and I'm sure in that moment I was a spitting image of Katniss Everdeen. I got a tissue, flushed the bug, finished getting dressed, and ironed my shirt even though it was already a minute past when I'm supposed to leave. I refused to give up the fight. I made it to school in 6 minutes (probably a record) and that's how I survived the Hunger Games