Last night, just minutes before midnight, I lay in bed trying to figure out what day it was, and I remember thinking this is what happens when you no longer have kids to get up and ready for school. Well, that and being retired. Most days we simply do not have to get up because we have places to be.
Now, as I said it was near midnight. I know, I checked the time. My husband had curled up in bed over an hour earlier, so I had every reason to believe he was fast asleep. However, just before I looked at the time, he’d started talking to me, quite wide awake. So, I asked him what day it was.
He told me but also pointed out some context clues. One of which was our son had taken the garbage bins to the curb only a few hours earlier. Wednesday is garbage day.
I then went over everything I knew that had happened that day which would indicate it was Tuesday. One of those being I had looked at my planner.
Okay, the day of the week was established.
Then I found myself trying to remember if I had to write the post for this week. Since my husband cannot seem to remember that I don’t do the post every single week, he wasn’t going to be any help with that question. He was the only one in the room, unless you count the two dogs.
The other dog and our daughter were asleep in her room, and since I had not heard our son since he dealt with the garbage, I had to assume he was asleep too. (He was not. I heard him opening and closing doors shortly after this.) Of course, while my children would have a clue that I don’t post every week, they would have no reason to remember on what schedule I do post.
There was also no reason for me to leave my bed, and room, in search of someone to ask if it was my turn to post. There was also no reason to wake up Bonnie particularly since it was by then after midnight and it’s an hour later where she lives. One would assume she was fast asleep, like I should have been.
My solution was to turn my reading light back on and pull out my planner because I have the days I have to post marked in there. Even without also putting my glasses back on, I was able to see the necessary information.
Mind you by now it was well after midnight and I was quite tired.
What did I do?
I spent more time trying to decide if I was awake enough to write a post and trying to remember if I could even produce the smallest idea for said post. The answer to both those questions was clearly no.
I opted for sleep since I knew I’d be awake well before I needed to have anything up. That and I’d need to be awake to even figure out something to write about.
Now, I do have an alarm to wake me up on Wednesday mornings. One set early enough that I’d have time to write my post if I needed to.
Being the post-menopausal women that I am, my bladder woke me up several minutes before my alarm went off. So, turn off the alarm, get out my laptop and opened Word. Fortunately, I did not then stare at the blank screen trying to figure what to write about because everything that had happened as I was beginning to fall asleep was still fresh in my mind.
Though I was able to figure out why the fact I had to post this morning had so completely slipped my mind. Two reasons in fact.
One was after a week without our washing machine working, we’d gotten it repaired yesterday morning. While drying the very first load of long overdue laundry, the drier conked out. And that’s on top of the oven dying at the same time the washer did. (The oven is not worth fixing but we can’t afford fixing the washer, and now the drier and replacing the stove.)
The second was my other son called. You know, the apprentice electrician, who is making really good money. He promised to send me enough money to cover getting a new oven. Yeah!
But he also told me he was coming down for a visit. For my birthday! Double yeah!
I spent considerable time discussing a birthday dinner menu with my daughter after that delightful news. I am so looking forward to having one more person at the table for my birthday celebration.
Smile. Make the day a brighter day.
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