Tomorrow's The BIG DAY

So just read the title. Can you guess what this will be about?
No?
I'll give you a hint.
Two words: JOB. INTERVIEW.
Oh no, don't think this is just any job interview! This is with someone high on a food-chain willing to pay lots and lots of money to have some almost stranger take care of their child for them! The pressure is ON!!!
See why I'm nervous?
No big deal, right?
So lets start with the easy things. Like....what do I eat today that won't affect me tomorrow morning?
Honey Chex with bananas and soy milk. Feelin' good! Then Costa Vida veg. salad. Feeling bloated... Pretty sure the seams on my dress snapped just a little. So then I'm stressed. Time for feel-good food. Ice cream. Popcorn. Candy bar. And Sprees. Oh, and orange juice.
So the feel-good food didn't feel so good. The stress is showing. I already showered for the day so I better be careful what I do to my face. Blemishes come out of nowhere. Typical. Now I look like Scar Face and am pretty sure I won't fit into my biggest sweats.
That's okay! As long as I have a pretty dress I should be fine, right? Right! (Totally not becoming psycho just thinking about how I have nothing to wear.) Time to call in the big dogs.
Mommy comes over to help. She's suggesting a tee, sweater, khakis and Sperry's...WTF? Mother! This is a breakfast interview! Not a day at the park! We settle on two dresses. Now which one?
It's okay. I can sleep on it.
Sleep.
Oh, the inevitable is about to happen.
Nightmares.
Nightmares of me sleeping through my alarm clock, eventually showing up to breakfast wearing nothing, always being late and laughed at. Then I'll wake up about three minutes before the alarm clock goes off in real life.  If I remember to set it.
If I get any sleep at all...that is how it will go down.
So say that all goes down. What happens next?
Oh yes, the two dresses that I've decided to choose from now don't work and I'll need something that I don't have. Time to improvise. Oh no. Now I'm running late and need to do my hair! I showered the night before so my hair is soft and won't hold a curl! I guess I'll throw it up. Make up. Who wears make up anymore? Well, that's what I'll be saying when I look less than impressive with my probably wrinkley outfit, my hair falling out, and no make up on. Nice.
So I leave a safe two hours early. Knowing me, I'll drive 55 mph. Knowing Salt Lake drivers, there'll be 12 crashes, 1000 rubber-neckers going 5 mph. I should've left sooner. When I FINALLY find parking I grab my purse only to realize...I've forgotten my resume.

Things just don't get any better than this, now do they?

So here's what I'll do to prevent all of that.
GET IT READY TONIGHT!!!

I hope all is good in the end. I hope I get the job. I hope I triple-check my alarm clock. I hope I have good news to blog about next. And I hope someone is looking out for me up above.