As I touched my dainty feet to the floor this morning, I looked at the clock.
It was 11:20 am (yes, you read that right...eleven-twenty A.M.!!!!)
"Aww shucks" said I. I was sooooo disappointed thinking how sleeping late was such an awful thing; a total waste of my morning-- not cleaning the house, not washing the dishes, not getting the car washed and waxed, not grooming the dogs pulling off each and every flea, not cleaning my kitchen floor with a toothbrush and ammonia and any number of other things.....NOT!!!! Actually, I was quite amazed and very proud of myself for sleeping so late!
Sleeping late used to be a hobby of mine --my brother's say I never slept past the crack of noon! But in the last few years it has become only a distant memory. Not because I don't have the time to sleep late -- but because for some reason I haven't been physically able to sleep late. For some reason, I wake up at 7 or 7:30 or maybe as late as 8 am... my eyes pop open and I can't seem to go back to sleep. Isn't that a sign that I'm getting old? Mercy.
Used to be, Mr. Fix-It would get up shower, dress, kiss me good-bye and leave. All I had to do was just turn back over to be off to sleepy-time again. NOW...for some reason when Mr. Fix-It leaves I just lie there WIDE awake! ...Until this morning.
Okay, a little rabbit trail here... I can just feel you asking... "But Meggy dear, what about Mr. Fix-It's breakfast? Are you saying you don't get up and lovingly prepare a nutritious breakfast for the man of your dreams? What about your husband's health?" Aha!...you really did ask that, didn't you? Well, here's my answer to that.
A long, long time ago (26 years to be exact)... before me and Mr. Fix-It tied the knot...I told him that if he was marrying me thinking he would have a hot breakfast every morning, then he needed to find some other young, beautiful, kind, loving, sweet, wonderful woman; 'cause that woman ain't me!
He decided that he could live without me cooking him breakfast. I was too good a catch to give up just for breakfast.
Fast forward a few years.... After we had been married several years, being the wonderful, submissive wife that I am... I started feeling guilty about the whole breakfast cooking thing. So I made a deal with him. Here are the parameters of said deal.
IF... he would get up and cook his own HOT breakfast for 30 days straight, no missing days...then (and only then) I would agree to get up and cook his breakfast for the rest of his life.
Remember, we had already been married for a few years when I offered this deal. I knew I would NEVER have to make good on this deal because Mr. Fix-It likes to sleep till the last possible moment and there was NO WAY he would ever cook 30 days straight. And so far, after 26 years, I still don't cook breakfast...except on special days. I did cook for Bex when she was young (I must be a better Mom than wife!). Now, we all pretty much fend for ourselves.
Okay, already...enough marital bliss....back to WHY I slept late.
The Olympics are addicting. Tell me why they don't show the good stuff until 3am. It drives me crazy! This is one of the few times I've wished for cable and Tivo. A few too many nights of this wears a girl out! We also had our first volleyball game last night. After riding in the loud, hot, school bus all the way to Albany, GA yesterday afternoon and not arriving home until 12:30 am this morning; sleeping late was not only a very pleasant indulgence, it was a necessity! (More on the volleyball trip tomorrow.) Bex slept until noon. Although I miss having little ones running around...there are some benefits!
After sleeping the morning away, Bex and I have spent a very lazy day just playing on the computer, eating, sleeping, playing with the cat, and watching the Olympics.
For me, playing on the computer included catching up on Bloggy-World. I read Lea's post about a cool website where you can make your own Wordle's. (Even the Princess probably didn't know what a Wordle was!) You can check it out here. Here's one I did by just putting in my blog address.
You can see it full size by clicking on the image or here. It takes the words most used on your blog and arranges them in a really cool way. I thought it was interesting that the word Lord was pretty big. Maybe I should use JESUS more...so it would be bigger. I laughed when I saw that I must use the word "just" a lot...that's just me!
So, that's pretty much been my day. Sorry if you have a bunch of 'smallies' (like they say in Australia) and don't ever get to sleep in and sit around all day. God does throw in a few little perks when He only gives you ONE (very wonderful, I might add...) child. I hope this doesn't totally freak out all you neat-niks. I don't even care that there are still dishes in the sink and no clean bowls in the cabinet. They will still be there when I get a round tuit. If somebody needs one, they can just wash one themselves--like I do!