Skip to main content

morning person

1:12 am pee
2:47 am awake, might as well pee agaian.
4:01 am wide awake and not alone. some hard jabs to my ribs and I realize I won't be going back to sleep anytime soon.
4:15 am O cries for mommy from his room. Hop up ( well, more like a throw all my momentum to one side and roll out of bed). O wants in our bed. I don't feel like fighting it. Make him pee first. I of course pee again. And both of us crawl into bed. A queen size is not big enough for me, Shaun, O and the dog ( and occasionally the cat). Reconsider a king size bed.
5:00 am my watch beeps like it does at every o'clock. damn this means I have been awake for over an hour.
sometime around 5:30 am i manage to go back to sleep.
6:30 am the alarm goes off. elbow shaun to deal with it. pee again.
6:39 am alarm goes off again. fine by me, i never went back to sleep -- but I don't want owen (who is now occupying more space than me and shaun combined) to wake up just yet. the good cartoons don't come on until at least 7 am.
6:45 am Shaun has finally made it into the shower. I give up and get up. pour myself a bowl of cereal and sit down on the couch. check email such without any distractions.
6:57 - 7:35 am watch US men's olympic soccer game w/ shaun ( this may be the most quality time we have had together all week) on Tivo.
7:36-7:39 am somewhere in there I managed to put on a bra, brush my teeth, swipe on some deodarant, pull hair up in a ponytail and find flip flops.
7:40 am get O's breakfast and shoes, while Shaun loads our still semi sleeping child into the car ( still in his favorite spiderman pjs)...cussing that we should have picked up the car last night.
7:41-8:02 am drive to carmax to pick up car. fight over radio station ( he wants the ticket, i want kid kraddick. he wins).
8:10-8:30 am drive home ( this time with kid kraddick) and resist all temptation to stop for coffee or a breakfast taco.
8:31 am back home. exhausted. is it too early for a nap??

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

break a leg

I do the math on my hand. This is my 5th end of the year dance recital and you think by now I’d know to remember to pack hair spray and snacks. Someone hands my daughter a bag of chips and I want to hug her. I want to tell her that I am not a total failure, that we did not lose the wristbands, we wore the right color tights and that I do at least have a few bobby pins in my pocket. I can not handle the crazy that is backstage. It is a whirlwind of squealing girls in sequins, lycra and tulle. Moms wielding curling hours and more eye makeup than the entire MAC counter, I start to sweat in my ponytail. I quickly look away as an entire row of dancers peel off EVERYTHING for a quick costume change. I was not made for this. I unashamedly let an eight-year-old I have never met teach me how to get my daughter’s hair in place and I make the fastest exit I can. We sit in the balcony. Where we have been for hours. Dance recital day is all consuming. Rehersal, hair and finding the right ti...
Post a Comment
Read more

different

Someone recently sent me a meme about tattoos. I reminded them that I have over half a dozen, although none in such obvious places as the picture. I thought about it while I washed my hair, and how once my hair was also purple, and what kind of memes could be found about that. And also, my nose was pierced. Other than the first two tattoos, none of these were things I did in my youth. All were in my thirties. Currently my hair is a plain brown in a sensible cut. My tattoos all easily hidden with most clothing and only my ears are pierced. As this decade closes I have made efforts to dress more professionally, drink less, stay on top of the laundry although I still refuse to make my bed and talk at an appropriate volume level. Yet, I only looked back on my purple-haired days with longing rather than regret. See, I used to do those things to be different.   Sometimes I’d feel just a little trapped by my suburban life although perfect, felt a little too predictable. I fel...
Post a Comment
Read more

voice

I remember waking up the day after the election tired and stunned. When I got to work I went downstairs to make copies and make some tea and did not make it back to my classroom until right before the tardy bell rang. I have a large class, full of all kinds of students from all kinds of backgrounds. I had not even thought about how they would respond to the election and that since we begin school so early that I might be the first adult they saw that day.  Immediately an African American on the front row told me that she was disappointed in our country. I teach science, not government and thought that I needed to turn the conversation as quickly as I could safely back to the objectives on the board, but I could not ignore her hurt and the rest of the quiet in the room. I told her that  regardless of what candidate she supported that this country is run by more than one person, that very soon she would be able to vote, that she had a voice. Behind her, a student that also ha...
1 comment
Read more