Somehow, for some reason this morning two alarms went off at about the same time and woke me up. Despite only going to bed about four hours before this event, I managed to realize one of those alarms was mine. We both managed to turn ours off and promptly laid back down.
I then contemplated why my alarm went off so early in the morning. I never get up before the sun. The only time I get up so clearly before the sun is on Wednesday.
Okay, so I nearly bolt out of bed realizing it’s Wednesday.
Then I remembered I’d done the post last week which would normally mean it was not my turn to write the post. Okay, I rolled over and considered going back to sleep.
Before I could even get comfortable I remembered a conversation I had with Bonnie a few days ago. Bonnie had explained she was not looking forward to coming up with a post today.
The thing is I’d actually looked at my calendar, and I knew one thing.
This is my scheduled week to post.
Between my own illnesses and a couple of other hiccups, I’d only posted once last month. One week we had no post at all and the week before last Bonnie had covered for me. Last week was me making up for that, but this week was still my normally scheduled week.
I was planning on doing the post today. I’d even been thinking of some ideas for it.
So, here I was at literally O’ dark-thirty in the morning realizing that I had not prepped anything, nor had I managed to formulate any solid ideas for a post.
AND to top matters off, I had not gotten to bed at a decent hour two nights in a row.
Yesterday, I had just ignored all household activity until I woke up on my own, well after ten in the morning. And while I’d gotten to bed sooner last night, it still meant I’d gotten less than five hours of sleep. As a rule, I need at least six hours of sleep to manage.
Had I not promised Bonnie I’d cover this week, I may have stayed in bed for a couple of more hours.
I reluctantly got up and pulled out my computer trying to get my sleep deprived brain to remember anything I’d been thinking about writing on this week.
Anything.
Nothing is coming to me so I altered to trying to remember anything funny that happened this past week.
Yes, I remember some laughs. Several in fact. What my sleepy brain cannot seem to latch onto is exactly what had us laughing.
At the moment, all I can remember is my son telling me a joke. One that cracked up both my daughter and I immediately, but my son had to explain what was so funny to my husband.
So right now, the only thing I can remember is it wasn’t as funny when you have to explain it.
Once I had exhausted that idea, I remembered all the drama around who exactly needed the car when and who was taking who to wherever they were going. This last one because my son does not have a driver’s license yet. But the main issue is that the one car makes it difficult for anyone to schedule appointments.
As the mom of the household, I do attempt to track everyone’s appointments and therefore schedule who needs the car when and for how long. The issue is things tend to come up last minute. Some of those last-minute things mess up what was already a tight schedule.
Take yesterday for example.
On Tuesdays my husband has as many has five scheduled appointments, most of which require the car. When I realized this, I told my kids not to make Tuesday appointments only to realize that my daughter already had an appointment this Tuesday (yesterday).
Fortunately, her appointment was neatly between what my husband had in the morning and what he had in the afternoon. So, no problem. Then my husband got called to add something to his day which meant adding something to my daughter’s day so that she could have the car for her appointment.
I thought we had everything figured out and covered than my daughter called to tell me the car had died. It would not even turn over. By the time we got roadside assistance to her my husband had already left, via Uber, for his afternoon appointment.
She got home in time to cook dinner, and he got home after we’d already eaten. They both had a long day.
Last week it was my grandchild. This week I’m wishing a happy birthday to her mother, my oldest.
Smile. Make the day a brighter day.
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