There is
something to be said about Sunday mornings. The quiet hum of the fridge
in the kitchen is usually the only noise in my house when I get up, probably
because I wake up extremely early regardless of the day. Apparently my
body never came with that second program function on its alarm clock. You
know the one for weekdays and weekends. It kinda sucks actually.
So I have
a cup of tea... trying to cut back the coffee, but if I am successful I am not
sure what I will do about my Starbucks habit, I will sure miss collecting my
stars and having my gold member status. Anyways, I am having a cup of tea
and writing this as my son's cat paces around my feet, I think she wants me to
turn on her water fountain. Yes the cat
has a water fountain. Don’t go judging
me… I came home from work one day and found this cat (who is 17lbs but
perfectly healthy according the vet…I have my doubts in qualifications) sitting
on the edge of the toilet trying to drink like a dog, so I stood there and
watched from the hall for a moment to not disturb her as she looked like she
was working on solving world hunger.
Ultimately she failed, and had an impromptu bath. From that point forward she followed me
around from sink to sink making this noise while staring me down for weeks. Needless to say I bought the nicest pet
fountain I could find which doesn’t look like a pet fountain at all. It’s called a “Zen Pet Fountain”…. It looks
like a decorative fountain, which has been placed in my bathroom and the cat
choses to drink from. Problem with it
is, that the boyfriend finds it distracting at night. So he unplugs the “Zen Pet Fountain” each
evening, and doesn’t remember (or want) to turn it back on in the morning. So I tell the cat each day to go ask the
boyfriend to turn it back on… it’s like she is smarter then me and knows that
he wont do it and that she just needs me to do it. Maybe cats are smarter then we give them
credit for…
That
quiet moment only lasts for about ten minutes… the funny thing is as parents it
is our natural instinct to blame the kids for that cherished moment only
lasting ten minutes. Funny how the kids
are not home today to blame. Who do we
blame next… The dog. The dog comes
barreling out of his kennel each morning with this amazing excitement, it should
be noted he also fails to have that alarm clock function. Wouldn’t it be great to be able to harness
the puppy excitement into a morning upper?
I mean whatever my puppy has it is way more effective then coffee! “let’s go mom, it’s a new day mom, new stuff
to see and do mom, run mom, run mom!”
And just think, the marketing campaign… “Are you jealous of your
dog? Do you feel tired and forced to
work each morning? Do you just want to
be excited about your day?” Everyone in
North America is going to want this drug… Oh wait… its speed. CRASH, BANG, SMASH… there the dog is
successfully outside and my quiet Sunday morning sounds just like Monday
morning chaos! And here I was starting
to be confused and wonder where my life had run off too.
Todays
list of to do’s… vacuum, clean bathrooms, put away laundry, take down the
trampoline (winter is coming usually without notice), contact the Sparks
parents, finish some client work, cook an amazing dinner, add water to the “Zen
Pet Fountain”, turn on the “Zen Pet Fountain”, Farmville2, shower…. That should
probably keep me busy enough to not finish today. I thought Sundays where a day of rest… now
when I was a kid and decided I didn’t want to go to church anymore, if my mom
had told me that I would have to work all day Sunday if I stopped going to
church I would have given up that hour each week… It’s funny the things parents
don’t tell their kids.
Now the
wine cooler is humming, much louder then the fridge. It actually is concerning me as it seems to
be getting louder each week… Maybe the wine cooler is about to die, or
something is wrong with its motor, maybe I should consider drinking the wine
soon… Who am I kidding, that’s just an excuse to open a good bottle of
wine. It’s too early to open a bottle of
wine, and there are chores to be done, but then again… is it communion?
I should
just run down the road to Starbucks and grab my star for the day. If I give into the coffee I will probably get
most of my list of to do’s done today, that coffee is a pretty good substitute
for puppy excitement, but I would be failing myself in my ridiculous idea of
cutting back on the coffee for no reason at all…. What to do, what to do… What
is it Spock says… The needs of the many out way the needs of the few… but that’s
just some girl’s excuse for coffee today.
