Day to Day

I just spent an hour trying to figure out how everyone can get to do what they want tomorrow (except me because all I really want to do is sleep, which I won’t be doing since we have to set the alarm for 5am, sigh.)

I do not know why we have to do all of the things in one day? Oh wait, yes I do. Gah.

Wish me luck. I’m going to need it.

And once again, I’m kind of looking forward to jury duty. It’s been that kind of life around here.

I should be working, lord knows there’s a lot of work to do (though I am seeing a light at the end of this particular tunnel) but while I was on the phone with a very nice woman about things that seem very complicated when you’re trying to explain them but aren’t all that complicated when you actually start to do them, the sun was shining on my face and Lola the showgirl was soaking up the sun right along with me — and sighing contentedly, though also shaking her head because her ear still hurts.

Along with the sun, there was a bee. A very large bee. Buzzing happily in my face and trying to slip up the sleeve of my jacket(s) — I am still wearing two jackets, though have moved to only one pair of pants.

A bee.

I remember when I found bees bothersome. Back when they were plentiful and weren’t in danger of becoming extinct. Back when I lived in the south or in very warm countries when bees were constant, not seasonal.

Now though, I love bees enough to feel just a wee bit of hope at the first bee of the season.

It might have been snowing this morning, on the first day of spring, but now… there is one bee buzzing in my backyard and just enough sunshine to make me feel a tiny bit of hope. Just a tiny bit.

Maybe spring really is here. Or almost here? I’ll take that, for now, and be happy.

We went to bed pretty early last night and I didn’t have to set the alarm to get up at any particular time. This should have been the best, easiest day after DST ever.

But it wasn’t because last night sucked.

First, I just could not fall asleep. The last time I looked at the clock it was 2:02am. Then, an hour later, the dogs went ballistic and the bedroom smelled like skunk. For the next hour, the dogs took turn begging to go out, while we took turns telling them to shut the hell up and go back to sleep.

At 3:30am, I couldn’t take it any more and let them out. Where they acted like assholes in the backyard and probably woke up the whole neighborhood. 5 minutes later, Skeeter and Lola were ready to go back to sleep but Buster butt wanted BACK outside and would NOT settle down.

He must have finally done so though because the last time I remember looking at the clock because again, I COULD NOT FALL ASLEEP, it was 4:20am.

Then, at 6:06am, I woke to Buster butt barfing. I tried to ignore him and go back to sleep but after he finished barfing, he cried at the door and then pounced me in that “I REALLY NEED TO GO OUT” sort of way. So, I took him out and the other two went along as well and if we hadn’t woken the neighborhood up at 3am, we absolutely did at 6am when Skeeter barked her stupid head off.

And then I did fall asleep pretty quickly — the last time I saw the clock it was 6:15am … until I heard TW’s mother get up at 7:30am. I tried to pretend she wasn’t there and just stay asleep but I couldn’t because by then I was starting to think about all of the work I hadn’t done over the weekend and just how long it was going to take me to get through the morning rounds and so… I got up and OMG I am SO TIRED.

SO. TIRED.

I’m also grouchy because TW didn’t even hear the barfing incident or me taking the dogs out after the barfing. And because most of those hours when I couldn’t sleep, she was definitely sleeping. NOT FAIR. Totally annoying.

SO. TIRED.

It’s only mid-day on Friday and I’m already looking longingly at the weekend, in my Filofax. What to do, what to do?

Stay home and clean house?

Go out and do something fun with TW?

Stay home and clean the house?

Go out and do something fun with TW?

The house could use a really good cleaning and maybe I can pretend it’s spring while I’m doing it? Spring seems like an awfully nice thing to think about, though I suspect it’s just going to skip us this year.

Or, if we go out and do something fun — what might that fun thing be? A museum? A just drive until we get lost or find something interesting? A movie, (gasp!)? A new restaurant?

Decisions, decisions. What should we do? (Assuming the weather doesn’t jump in and make the decision for us…)

I am tired of grouchy people and snarky comments and while I don’t really want the world to be all rainbows and puppies all of the time, a little more “If you can’t say something nice then just move along to something else that interests you”. I don’t mean that folks should avoid debating and sharing alternate points of view on social or political topics or even when it comes to something like designer damn Rice Krispies treats. But sometimes it would be nice if people just quietly rolled their eyes and moved along. In fact, I’m gonna do more quietly rolling my eyes and moving along — because odds are high that I’ve been a part of the problem, from time to time…

Speaking of moving along, JMP is doing some serious moving along.

Here he was in these cute pajamas last September.

Here he is in these cute pajamas today.