....my favorite day of
the week.
I was up at midnight
to welcome in the day. I watched Switched at Birth. I read a little
bit with George. I let the dog out. I let the dog in.
Out. In. Out…. You get the picture.
I went to bed around
12:30.
In the same bed with
my husband, who was snoring like an elephant (which is why I was up at 12:00 to
begin with!), and with my son (thunder was rolling in!).
I crawl in the bed,
and ease myself down. Adjusting the covers just right so that I am not
terribly hot or terribly cold. I balance myself on my side—just right—so
that I am not falling out of bed. (I mean, c’mon! These guys are not
small. Nor am I.)
And I get to
THATPLACE where you know you can settle your brain for a long fall nap, when
Darla-the-Devil-Dog comes in to say she’d like to get in bed too. She’s
worried about George. And Kent. She’s pacing and looking through
the house for George. She doesn’t like the thunder, and she keeps putting
her feet on top of my hip: her way of saying “I’m over here. Let me
in. Hold my paw.” And with each scrape of her unbearably long nails
(don’t get me started on that!!) she leaves behind a grain of sand.
A small grain—smaller
than a mustard seed—can keep me awake for hours! I have to get out the
packing tape and get it off my sheet.
I yell at the dog.
Kent tells her to lay
down.
And she does.
Guess she just wanted
to hear his voice.
And at 6:01 my clock
goes off.
I get up, and
frantically clean up my craft space because I promised to make ten Halloween
invitations for a girl at work. Yes, I could have done it last
night. But why do it then when I knew I could do it later?
“Hello. My name is Margie. I am a procrastinator.”
The alarm goes off at
7. Time for George to get up.
The alarm goes off at
7:23. Time to take George to school.
My hands are covered
in orange and pumpkin and black ink. But who cares!? It’s CRAFTY!!
I take the boy to
school.
On Time.
On Time for
breakfast.
It’s a miracle.
I go back home.
Finish coloring some parts of the cards. Stamp the envelopes. Blow
dry my hair.
Add some glitter to
the cards.
Put in some hair
gunk.
Put on eye liner.
Blow dry the glitter
I put on the cards.
It’s 8:30.
I’m officially late
for work.
Leave the driveway.
Hello fresh air!
I roll down the
windows.
Turn on the
tunes! Bubba can’t come in this morning so I switch to another station.
I turn on the
heat. Floor only.
Sinuses!!
The radio DJ says
something infinitely funny.
I call my work voicemail to recite what the DJ says. I’ve gotta write that down when I
get to work.
Can’t hear my phone,
so I roll my window up half-way.
Leave the
message. That was a good one!
I’m loving
technology! What an amazing time we live in!
How fantastic is our
God that he allowed us to be born in America!
I tell myself I am OK
with paying $200/month for our cell phones. I love having it!
Turn the heat up,
it’s getting chilly.
Sinuses.
I hock a
luggie. (How do you spell Loogie?)
It must come out.
I spit out the
window.
And
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It sticks.
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To the INSIDE of the
window.
EEEEeeewww!
