simplifying

I woke up Saturday morning and showered before breakfast.  It's something I rarely ever do, but my body wouldn't let me sleep in, in spite of my much later-than-usual bedtime. 

I redressed in fresh pajamas, and headed downstairs to start coffee. I opened the fridge for eggs, and realized that I had two left. 

Super. 

I turned off the water I set on the stove, peeled my socks off and slipped my feet into my flip flops, grabbed my keys and my shades, and headed to Wawa. 

I treated myself to a coffee, grabbed a carton of eggs, and an apple for later. 

I insisted I didn't need a plastic bag at check out, balanced my apple on top of my coffee, grabbed my eggs in the other hand and headed out the door. 

Standing in front of my car, I laughed at the struggle I had inflicted upon myself, realizing that with full hands, my keys were tucked away in my sweatshirt pocket. 

I put the eggs on the roof of my car; no good, keys are in my right pocket, and that just freed my left hand. I put my coffee down and tossed the apple into my left hand. Fetched my keys out, opened my door, placed the apple on the passenger seat, then reached up for the eggs and the coffee, one in each hand. 

I started my car and took a second to laugh at myself, as I'm sure anyone was doing that just witnessed the hot potato episode that just took place.  

I was well intentioned; I just wanted to save a plastic bag and it just accidentally resulted in making my simple trip so complicated. 

Regardless, it didn't result in a disaster. I didn't take off with my coffee on the roof of my car, and no eggs were harmed in the process. I made it home with out that plastic bag, and got a cheap smile out of it. 

But sometimes...  I wonder if it would kill me to take the easy way. 

I think it just might.