i’m not one of the mom’s who look forward with giddy anticipation to the first day of school. i’m not a morning person and i REALLY like my sleep. i’ve heard some parents say that the sound of the school bus coming down their street is like a chorus of angels singing. me, i don’t hear anything. we’ll that’s not entirely true. i set my alarm for 5:45 to get the goose up in time for the middle school bus to arrive at 6:51. i was having the most delightful dream about walking around my college town, when i was rudely awakened by the shrill voice of stubby hubs hunk, shrieking, “it’s 7:02!” i jumped out of bed and tore down the hall to her room. apologized for waking her up late. to my surprise she woke pleasantly and got dressed with accuracy and speed. i threw together a lunch and shoved a handful of chocolate chip waffles at her. all of this done like the proverbial headless chicken. me huffing like i’ve run a marathon, jacked up on endorphins. she runs to her bus stop just in time to catch the big yellow angel singing shuttle.
i’m sure i’ll get an earful when she gets home. for now i’m relishing in the fact that i am was able to perform my tasks as efficiently as a pit stop in the indy 500.
note to self and all others: when you lose power, you also lose your radio presets on your alarm clock. there should be a default sledgehammer that comes, cartoon style, out of the clock. instead mine did….nothing.
ah, another school year is off to a poetic start…..E