So, yesterday was one of those days. It all started with the melodious yowl of a cat fight outside my window. Have you ever been jerked from slumber by a cat fight? I'm almost positive that they use cat fights as a form of torture. Not a nice way to wake up--especially if it's your cat and you have to run down the stairs half asleep and rescue the thirteen-year-old puddy from probable death and certain vet bills. Yup it was that kind of morning.
As I stumbled back into the house silently cursing my cat, my sleep-fogged mind realized Kid A was in the shower. I stared at the light streaming from under the bathroom door and sighed. No more sleep for me. Time to wrangle the kids.
I descended into the basement, pulled Kid B from bed, asked-begged-urged-forced him to get dressed for school, and made his bed. Then I came upstairs and oozed into my chair and started opening emails. Kid A came in wearing a very confused look.
Here is our ensuing conversation:
Me: You okay?
Kid A: What time is it?
Me looking at the little clock on my computer. Me still looking at the little clock on my computer. Me staring at my watch. Me glaring at the little clock on my computer: Five o'clock!
Kid A: Why is it five?
Me, still glaring at my stupid clock: I don't know. It should be six. Why isn't it six?
Both of us staring at each other doing mental math.
Kid A: You mean I got up at four?
Me: You mean I got up at four?
Me: Why did you get up at four?
Kid A: My clock said six.
Me: My cat said, "**$#!@#%^&*!"
I almost said **$!@%^&*! as I realized I had missed out on two hours of blessed sleep. Two hours! If any of you are moms, I know you share my horror. And I haven't even mentioned that I didn't go to bed until almost one. Yes, cry for me. I cried for myself.
But there is a silver lining. I sat down on the couch to watch for the different buses with the kids, by the time they all departed, so did I. To dream land. I woke up four hours later with a kinked neck and a few missed appointments. So, if I stood you up yesterday, I'm sorry. But at least now you know why.
So, how was your day?
8 comments:
Now that's what I call a 'real' morning. I'm glad you're still alive and standing and thankfully, not many mornings are that real. That's so funny that Kid A got up at the wrong time, ha ha! And I hope there weren't any cat fights last night - for their sake!
I have had mornings like that. The worst part is the kinked neck =)
Just read your mask entry - very true.
My dad once woke up with the sun beaming through the windows. He was so used to getting dressed in the dark (long commute) he knew he was late and rushed around, got my mom up, and quickly ran outside.... to find a very, VERY bright moon! It was 2AM.... LOL!!!
Today will be better! =)
Jonene, no cat fights today, but I did wake up from a nightmare at five. Sigh. :)
Carolyn, the kinked neck isn't much fun.
Texasblu, that is a funny story! At least the moon didn't wake me up at 2:00. He he.
Saying "hi" to you Leisha for the first time. I know your brother John and he was working on my computer and we were talking about my book and conference. He linked onto your site & there was the "mask." Mine's silver. Just had to make the connection. Love your post. My front porch is used as a "brothel" when the cats in the neighborhood go in heat. Worse than a cat fight? The mating "cry"!
Later. Joelene Coleman jcolemanautor.blogspot.com
Oh, nothing irks me more than lost sleep. I don't know why but my sleep is sacrosanct.
Glad you got caught up, though! And Daylight Savings is coming!
You crack me up! I absolutely hate mornings like that - sleep is precious - and I'm pronouncing precious like Golem did in Lord of the Rings :) good to see you today, you future authoress! Love ya!
Joelene, small world isn't it? Sorry about your front porch. You have my pitty. Sniff.
L.T., are there more beautiful words than daylight savingings in the fall? Can you say extra hour of sleep? Sigh.
Carol, you crack me up! I can hear you doing Gollum. He he.
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