This morning was one of those strange wake up experiences.
You know...Where you wake up in a house that seems way too quiet...look over at where hubby should be and he is already gone. I hate that. This morning I tried to move and realied that I was stiff in several places...my neck and back were wedged in strange positions all night trying to hold babies. I was angled in a funny position too ...backside nearly hanging off the bed. Only my chest and feet were covered...I looked down at the bed...the babies were both asleep! I was pretty happy when I realized that I had just slept in till 7:45!
But, I decided I'd better check on the rest of the house since it was way too quiet for my comfort. The 3 year old might be up...The hubby might be having coffee without me...the 16 year old might be playing guitar and not noticing anything important around him...like the 3 year old who might be dismantling something...the 11 year old might be outside visiting with friends...the cat might be on the counter licking a butter dish...
Well, when things are happening around here I like to know about them. I do not like to be left out. After all I'm the mommy. I should be in charge, or at least have a clue. Sooo, all those panicky thoughts got my adrenaline rushing and I jumped up and walked as quickly as I could through the house in spite of being a bit wobbly.
What I found was nothing earthshattering...or maybe it was. The only person awake in this house was the 11 year old! She was sitting at the computer playing solitaire. I peeked in at the other rooms and found the others were still sound asleep. This is a rare occurence here and I wasn't sure what to do with myself after that. I decided I would make sure that hubby wasn't still home so I went to the window and squashed the side of my face against it trying to see down to where he parks his suburban...it was gone. I always have a feeling of disappointment when that happens, a kind of empty, lonely feeling. I love to share a cup of coffee with him and kiss him goodbye in the mornings. He's been my best friend for nearly 20 years now. (We met in fall of 1986. :-))
Well, that was all. Everyone was quiet because they were actually asleep except for the one staying quiet with a game of solitaire. Now I looked around and wondered what the reason was that I was up? The house was quiet...why couldn't I just enjoy it and sleep a little more? Oh well, it was too late to go back. I commandeered the computer for a little blogging and about 5 minutes later the 3 year old got up, about 5 minutes after that the doodlebug woke up. The hoiuse was beginning to sound normal. :-)
My head is still stuffy, my eyes are watery and my neck is still sore. But it's time to get busy and remember what I should be doing today. I'm still not sure...I have some vague notions...any suggestions? I know I'm supposed to meet with my dad today about some business.... and uhmmmm.... I don't know...oh wait! Today is laundry day! Ok it's coming back to me now... I once read a Garfield comic strip that showed Garfield tearing Monday off of the calendar and everything went blank! :-)That used to make me smile on Mondays when I was a girl in school. I'm not that tired...but it still makes me smile! :-)
The pleasant rythym in our day has started already. The 11 year old just walked in holding Doodlebug with a pair of sunglasses on...not on the 11 year old...on the Doodlebug! Very funny!
Have a happy day!
Sunydazy |
