Friday, March 04, 2005

Proof That I'm Working Too Hard

This never happens to me.

I woke up this morning to the sound of my alarm clock. I thought to myself, "What the hell? Why did I set my alarm on a Saturday?" I got up, turned it off, used the toilet, and went back to bed.
It's a great pleasure to be able to sleep in on Saturdays. My daughter doesn't get up until long after I'm awake, so I usually have some time to myself. I slept in for a while, and woke up again, this time to no alarm, of course. I heard the dogs whining to go out, and I thought to myself, "Gotta let the dogs out." I thought about what I would make for breakfast. "Waffles. I think I'll have waffles this morning. Ooh! And we have bacon, too! That'll be nice."
I then began to plan my morning in my head. I would make some breakfast. I would read the paper. I would play with my girl. Then, all of a sudden, I heard her voice. "Is she awake already?" I thought. I rolled over and turned on the monitor. Yep, there she was, talking to her toys. What a sweetie.
Streeeetch! I raised my arms up and had a good stretch. I then reached up and scratched my head. "Hmm, " I thought to myself, "My hair needs washing. I thought I was going to wash it on

Holy shit!

And, yes, you guessed it, today is NOT Saturday, but Friday. I was supposed to be at school 45 minutes previous to this. My students were already sitting in class, and I was at home, in bed.

Um......yeah, I think I'm working a little too hard, when I wake up and honestly believe that it's Saturday, when it's not.

Good lord.

--groovygrrl, queen of tardiness for no good reason

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