10:16 p.m. - A phone call states schools will delay opening for two hours. Woo-Hoo! We're all sleeping in tomorrow!
11:00 p.m. - The trash bins get dragged out just in case the trash trucks somehow manage to hit the streets before my feet hit the floor. The Duggars are on t.v. with their seventeen kids smiling and sweet. I am washing one more load of laundry and thanking God that I only have three kids' worth of towels. And that my lovies have finally fallen asleep despite the excitement of a possible day of freedom tomorrow.
11:52 p.m. - The blankets and pillows refuse to perfectly accomadate rest. There is a mister-shaped space in the bed, and I am cold. There's no real rush to sleep because quick calculations indicate there's no need to begin waking kids prior to 8:00.
4:40 a.m. - The mister's alarm begins to beep in an ever more insistent manner because he is not here to hush the thing.
5:40 a.m. - The dog's stomach is growling loud enough to cause the cat distress. (Her love may or may not be loud, but her distress has volume switch that goes to eleven.) Looking at the clock, it seems reasonable to roll back over and try for a bit more sleep while ignoring the four-footed fleabags. (Okay, they don't have fleas, but it is prior to six a.m. and there was sleeping in planned.)
6:00 a.m. - The phone rings. School will open so late today that it will be tomorrow. Since I am already out of the cocoon of warmth made up by assorted quilts and pillows, it seems that the time to make coffee has arrived. And then another attempt at going back to bed where the dog's stomach growls still louder.
6:15 a.m. - I am growling as once again the covers are thrown back. With a cup of coffee in one hand and the dog food scoop in the other, the night's fast begins to break. While the hairballs inhale their breakfast, a batch of cinnamon rolls go in the oven. The dogs and I slide around on the porch and sidewalk so they can mince around the yard in the cold and predawn dark which clearly indicates that we should all be asleep.
7:58 The world is generally better now that the second cup of coffee is beginning to take effect. The cinnamon roll didn't hurt anything either. The Boy crawled out of bed excited about snow only to hear it was ice, and go back to bed. The girls are still zonked out, and I am thinking it is time to go crawl back into bed for just a little while.
2 comments:
I love when my kids sleep in--I get so much done and feel so centered. Sadly, it doesn't happen much. That was one busy morning for you!
That's why I'm not a dog person. You never have to take cats outside in the frozen pre-dawn hours of the morning. :) In fact, I tried to push Solomon outside in the snow one time and found that he's got an automatic spring loaded reverse button. Cool, huh?!
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