To make matters worse, I awake at 6:11 this morning to the sound of bastard squawking crows outside my goddam window. Effers. (Maybe I need to reintroduce the Annadanna Scarecrow...)
I don't really care if I am off work for mental rehabilitation... 6:11 still effing sucks.
So I'm laying there, trying to ignore the hideous Cah-CAW! CAW! and it suddenly occurs to me... Random thought out of nowhere... We can't go to Hometown this Friday! Hubby as a concert this Friday!
So that sudden realization stresses me right out, and makes the possibility of falling back to sleep unlikely. So I just lay there, pretending.
Until I hear Hubby reach over to check his phone. I sleepily look at him, and he smiles...
Hubby: "Oh, hi Honey."
Me: *mumbling* "We can't go to Hometown this Friday. Your show is Friday."
Me: *trying to go back to sleep*
Hubby: *leaning over to check his phone - again*
Me: "You dummy. Quit it."
I know what he's stressing about. He's waiting for a message from his guitar guy, confirming the order of his new
So now we're both wide awake, and the most ridiculous mood strikes.
No, not that. Mind out of the gutter please.
We can't believe it's so early. It's like high school on the morning of the annual Canada's Wonderland amusement park field trip.
Or like we're two giddy teenage girls (?) at a sleepover when the sun is coming up, and you know you should go to sleep but you're way too hopped up on Fuzzy Peaches and Jolt Cola for any hope in hell of passing out.
Well that's how I feel anyway - laughing childishly and marveling at the sunrise, and wishing it was that easy to wake up every Monday morning.
Hubby, on the other hand, is mostly concerned with:
- his phone
- getting a drink of water
- complaining that the water cups smell funny
- finding Tuxedo, and
- sitting up, leaning over the headboard, and looking out the window in an attempt to identify whichever stupid neighbour kid is dribbling a basketball, and whichever noisy car is blaring the radio.
Eventually I drift back to sleep, but Hubby is having nothing of it.
Hubby: "I have to get up. I'm starving!"
And so our day began at 6:11 today. *giant yawn*