This morning I woke up, blinked my eyes, listened to the birds singing, ran a hand through my softly graying hair and then pried my hand from the tangles of the overnight rats nest that my hair was this morning. Sleeping Beauty had nothing on me. Rolling over I picked up my phone from the nightstand to check my emails, hopping for one from my prince charming that would say, “I have hired you a maid, a cook, and a driver. Please lay on the couch and eat bon bons today.” But that didn’t happen.
Instead I got an email from my sister that said, “Dude, the blog isn’t going to write itself you know.”
Yes, I know. But in my defense, I have become obsessed with a sitcom that we’ve been watching every night on Netflix. Almost every night since last wednesday we’ve been up until 2am watching episode after episode. We made it through two seasons in about 5 days. So I haven’t been writing at night because I’m busy watching the show and in the mornings, I’m just plain comatose.
Yesterday though we peeled ourselves out of bed at a decent hour and got going with the day. I’m still a huge fan of the Crayola window markers and needed a new message for our back door since the christmas one was expired. So I took the marker and wrote, “This day will be Legendary”.
Then we set about doing a thousands tasks. Damion did the yard while I cleaned inside and got ready to move some of the girl’s furniture around upstairs. (The big girls are getting new beds today and are very excited.) Finally last night I collapsed onto the couch ready to watch our series together until Damion turned it off, and turned on his Xbox to play. Sphhh… how dare he turn it off on me? I’m only 1/3 of the way into season 3 and have 3 more seasons to go!
I poutingly retreated to our room to lay on the bed and play around online, not blogging. I took a shower but didn’t have a towel because someone had taken the last one. (because you don’t have enough time to wash towels when busy watching a legendary series) Finally I started my nightly ritual of going upstairs to take our extremely hard sleeping daughter to the restroom. This kid sleeps so hard that waking her up is quite a challenge but pretty funny. She’s been known to walk in circles or even do the chicken dance in her sleeping stupor. Last night she decided to take off her pajamas. Then she got mad at me for making her put them back on. But I layed her back down in her bed and just walked away, knowing that she would doze back off and be fine.
Back downstairs I went to brush my teeth and get ready to climb into bed. That’s when we both heard a pounding on the wall. Back up the stairs I went to find out why she was now kicking the wall. She didn’t want to wear that night gown and I didn’t want to fight with a sleepy kid in the middle of the night so I had to sneak into the toddler’s room to get her a new night gown since we had switched out their dressers but not their clothes earlier in the day. I helped her get back dressed since arm holes are impossible to navigate in the middle of the night and headed back downstairs where Damion was already in bed, half asleep. I went in the bathroom to turn off the light he had left on for me and heard a muffled meow. Great, now the cat must have gotten closed in the closet or a cabinet. Five minutes later after opening every single cabinet in the bathroom and both closets I realized that the cat was not in the bathroom but it was trapped in the toddler’s room and the muffled meow was coming from the baby monitor that we have plugged in our bathroom. Back up the stairs I went at lightening speed just hoping to get there before the cat woke up the extremely light sleeping toddler.
As soon as I opened up the door the cat came racing out and back down to the stairs, getting to my bed even before I did. Damion rolled over in his sleepy stupor to kiss me goodnight and then rolled back away from me.
I’m not going to say who did the next thing but all the sudden there was an obnoxious odor rising from the other side of the bed that caused me to start choking and gagging.
“Now THAT was legendary.” he said and then drifted off to sleep while I finished choking and begging for fresh air.
Maybe I need to change the back door to read, “Please don’t make this day legendary, I can’t take it!”.
So now you know why I haven’t blogged in the last few days. Scary, I know.