Thursday, February 7, 2008
I"m late, I"m late, I'm really really late!
I woke up in my son's bed again this morning. My back was killing me. His bed is very hard. It used to be my bed when I was a child, I"m thinking it is time to get him a new mattress. I am sleeping in his bed because mine is out of commission. We have a water bed. Well, actually that should be past tense. We woke up in the middle of the night Monday night and our bed was very wet. I guess one or more of the water tubes had sprung a leak. So, Tuesday morning we disassembled the bed, carried the tubes to the tub and my husband slit them open with a knife to empty the water. We then went to the Dreamline factory in our town and laid on several mattresses until we found one that we both liked. We ordered the mattress and then we were told that they have to make it and it would be ready for pickup on FRIDAY! Our bed had a sponge egg create type thing that zipped up over the water tubes, so the boys have been sleeping there and Husband and I have been sleeping in their beds. So back to my story, I woke up this morning, with my back killing me. I was very groggie. I stretched a cat like stretch and yawned a very big yawn. Then I opened my eyes. I felt very confused and disoriented. It was way too light in the room. I looked at the alarm clock at the bedside table. It read 6:22am. SHIT!!! I should have been leaving my house at that time, no just waking up. So I jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom and I started the frantic hurry up morning routine. You know the one. The Ho bath with a washcloth and a little soap, the slap water on the head so that nothing stands up and combe the hair as best you can, no makeup (of course I never wear the stuff to work anyway, so that wasn't an issue). And don't forget the quick teeth brushing and deodorant swipe. I was half way through this frenzied routine when it struck me. Why am I rushing around here like a mad woman? What purpose does this serve? I'm already late for work. What difference does it make if I'm 20 minutes late or 60 minutes late? I"m still late. So, I slowed down. I even stopped off at the local Starbucks for some pansy ass flavored coffee with an extra shot of exspresso. (NO, not decaf this time, Cher.)And did you know, I was only 20 minutes late for work this morning. I don't even have to stay late because I worked over by 20 minutes yesterday, so I completely made up for it this morning. So life is treating me pretty well this morning. I got an extra 50 minutes of sleep, I'm well caffineated, the sun is shining, and it's a cool crisp morning. I saw the State Capitol building enveloped in fog and it was a beautiful site. I have to remember to bring my camera to work one day so that I can show all of you the beauty that I get to see each morning. The view of the capitol and downtown area from our parking deck as the sunrises behind it as georgous. This morning there was a heavy fog and it looked extremely cool. Alas, now I have to go have blood drawn. I hope this doesn't put a damper on my day.