My eyes are Count Dracula’s coffin… Slowly they creak and then SLAM open- bats fly out. My first thought: Oh Hell no, it’s not time to get up already. The dog lying on my bladder has a different opinion, which means I’m home.
I woke up in a hotel room yesterday wishing I were home. My wish has come true, but it’s harder to get out of my own bed than it is to get out of a bed in some crappy hotel in some random city that I can’t wait to check out of.
The beast of burden on my bladder sends me a silent message as she presses more weight into me with her long bony legs. The message is “Get up woman, and let me out of that back door!” I want to come back in my next life as one of my dogs.
What day is it? What do I have to do before I can crawl back into my bed? I grab my phone and I follow the beasts orders heading down the stairs to open the back door. As usual my phone has all the answers. This is finally a day “off”… with a to-do list that would fill a six foot parchment paper scroll.
One more hour of sleep would be so… then I hear the first alarm. Thing One is up, and there goes another alarm which can only mean Thing Two is rising as well. I have a Thing Three, but that thing gets to sleep in.
Giving up the fight, I head to the kitchen to make some hot bitter black coffee to match my mood. What to scratch off that to do list first?
The Daily Post
Feb 11, 2015
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