Oh, then is this the way it's going to be? One of those days? Sleep in? Stare at the computer blankly? For half an hour? Even though I only HAVE half an hour to write this post?
This is how it is: I get up before the alarm, about 5:30. I let the dog out. First. Even before I go to the bathroom because if I don't she whines and spins and wakes everybody else up. I do not want everybody else up. I want to pee in private. I want to WRITE in private.
I make coffee. This requires nerves of steel. Trying to dump yesterday's moldering grinds into the trash whilst dealing with slitty eyes? (not shitty; not slutty; get it right) Not good.
I turn on the computer and scan through e-mails, Facebook and blogland while the coffee burbles. By the time it's ready I have to be writing because I hear the alarm go off and that means Dave is going to be headed for the bathroom. Dave is a bath guy. He soaks in the tub for 35 minutes every morning. Precisely. THAT is the time I blog. That is ALL the time I have to whip up a blog post. Because when he's out of the tub he wanders out to the kitchen, where I am, and turns on the TV and starts TALKING to me. He has the nerve to want a kiss, too. A KISS! And he's making BREAKFAST and he's making NOISE and he just turned up the TV volume because Jeff is saying something funny on Canada AM and Bev and Marci are laughing and thus I'm cranking my neck around to see what's so damned hilarious ... and feck. There goes my morning.... might as well throw in the fecking towel, blog-wise.
Cause I have to go over to the couch now, and sit with my husband, because I like him and want to see what's new, and then he goes to work at 7:10 a.m. Precisely. When he's gone, the moment he's out the door, I have this to do: exercise, bathe, get dressed, eat, pack lunch and get my arse to work. It's like a freaking MARATHON. And god help me if something gets in my way. On Monday I had just finished a particularly sweaty work-out when the power went out. There was enough water in the pipes to dampen a facecloth – THAT's the kind of bath I had. The very second I finished wiping all my stinky spots, the fecking power came back on. Fine. THANK YOU ONTARIO HYDRO.
So anyway, it's 6:58.
The TV is blaring.
Dave is talking to me.
Must. Push. Publish....
Oh feck. Did I forget to let the dog in? I was wondering why my toes were dry.
Sounds like my life except I do completely different things. However, I'm with you on the kissing and talking thing. Here's the thing, both my husband and I work from home. So, at any moment in the day, my husband feels he can interrupt my work to talk. I thought women were the talkers and men the listeners. Boy, was I wrong. Also, I'm not a kisser, but my husband is. I think we got our roles reversed.
ReplyDeleteAh, but don't we love 'em anyway? (If they weren't kissers, we'd be going KISS US - women! Can't please us!!!)
DeleteThat last line had me laughing like a fool.
ReplyDeleteMornings are just crazy. All those people who are organized in the morning, I just want to smack them.
LOL - me too!
Deletemornings there is an invisible bubble around me until coffee is finished and I step away form the computer - I am in a whisper only, don't touch zone
ReplyDeleteLend me that bubble, will ya Baygirl?
DeleteI'm pretty unorganised at any time. That's families for you! I think I can blog while my wife is on her laptop, but then she interrupts what I'm doing to help her play a game on Facebook. Er, hello?!
ReplyDeleteI hear ya, Nick. Family life is one giant chaos... the odd time I get time to myself and I honestly don't know what to do with myself.
Deletei know just how your morning is.... mine is similar... except i write while coach is eating... see, his mouth is full so he has to be quiet haha
ReplyDelete"Coach." I love that, Sherri. Around her we call Dave "Bootcamp." I'm gonna try the filling their mouths technique... lol
DeleteCome on, that's a lovely morning full of love and dog licks. But blogging-wise, it's 'fecked' :)
ReplyDeleteAnd ever so much better than cat barf and swollen chipmunks! :)
DeleteI remember mornings that seemed like a marathon and left me needing a good nights sleep. Then I retired. Ahhhhhh....
ReplyDeleteOh RUB IT IN Delores!!!! Not to wish my life away or anything but retirement seems like HEAVEN.
DeleteHey Cathy,nice to meet you. So glad to hear I'm not the only one -- with mornings like that.
ReplyDeleteNice to meet you too, Faraway! And thanks for the follow! (Nice beach...)
DeleteBahaha! Can visualize everything! Chuckled all the way thru it! Hope you let poor Misty in!
ReplyDeleteOH crap, thanks for reminding me Liz!!!!! (Poor Misty huddling out in the cold...)
DeleteI have a QUESTION for you...why don't you set up your coffee the night before?
ReplyDeleteErm... I have no freaking idea?
DeleteLong live mornings and dried toes!
ReplyDelete-Barb the French Bean
At first I thought you wrote dried toast... suddenly I'm hungry.
DeleteYes, there is never enough time. My to-do list just grows. But I do love blogging and visiting other folk's blogs. Thanks for following me and your kind words. I am following you now too. Catherine
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for the follow, Mizz Catherine!
DeleteThis is "precisely" why I am glad I'm old -- no longer having to go to work, and having the freedom to do what I want whenever. No kids, no husband. Just me. And that makes me happy. Never fear. You too, can have all these things. You only need to get old. Ha.
ReplyDeleteMaybe I'll go with q is for questioning also. If I get around to it that is. Have a great day Cathy!
Rubye, I AM old! OK, so maybe not as old as you (HAHAHAHAHAH ) but I AM old nevertheless!!!!
Delete(Can't believe I just said that - HAHAHAHAHA!)
Ah ha ha! Oh my god, that was *hilarious.* :-D I take for granted that I can sort of dawdle at my own pace most of the time. I probably would never blog if I had to do it the way you described. You are a HERO! Awesome post.
ReplyDeleteDo you sing "Wings Beneath My Wind" every time you think of me Anthony?
Delete*Hangs head and kicks some dirt* Yes.
DeleteHoly cow, I just noticed how many comments you have. I should change "hero" to "rock star!" :-)
Hah! There are other people whose husband always have to talk to them when they are busy trying to do something! And IF I happen to be in the kitchen cooking, which I rarely do because I work night shifts, or washing dishes, it is to be sure that someone will come and either need me to move so they can throw something in the garbage under the sink or they will need something out of the cupboard. All to interfere with my doing of something...or so it seems. I am sure people had it better in some ways back in the days of the nomadic tribe. Spring cleaning? Nay, we'll just move to another campground. I have to put the cat and the hen out in the morning. I should have been a shepardess
ReplyDeleteYou put a hen out in the morning??? The hen sleeps in the house? This I gotta see, Soggy!
DeleteLOL!! This is how I feel now that school is winding down. So. Much. To. Do. So Much. To. Remember. But all I want to do is write!
ReplyDeleteAll I want to do is sleep, Ashley. Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep..... perchance to snore...
DeleteThat last line made it!
ReplyDeleteFunny Alex, I almost didn't have that last line. I was reading the post through and thought, it needs something.... like salt... or that last line...
DeleteI can't tell you how often I have to take one hand and force the other to hit Publish. Loved this post. It's real, and I love real. Glad I found you through A to Z. Thanks for visiting my blog!
ReplyDeleteTia@DepressionCookies
Aw Tia, thanks! I love your "real" compliment. REAL fine of ya to say! And I love that cookie blog of yours, too. Makes me want to, you know, eat cookies.
DeleteYup, it's for certain now (well, always has been since I first ran across you). You can whip up laugh out loud humor from absolutely anything. Just fecking brilliant!
ReplyDeleteOh crap, there's that pressure again.. THANKS Susan!!!!! Seriously though, you're the brilliant one. I visit your blog and I'm always stupefied by your brilliance. Like, real brilliance. You are such a smart, smart woman.
DeleteFunny, funny. Thanks for the laugh, I needed it today.
ReplyDeleteYou're so welcome, Gerri!
DeleteYup, it's official. You are in my top ten blogs now...the first I read every day. MORE PRESSURE..... [giggle-snort]
ReplyDeleteDONNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! (I just love you to pieces, you know that, right???)
DeleteCathy,
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing about your mornings! You have quite the routine. LOL.
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Thanks Dawn... they're crazier than bed bugs, that's for sure.
DeleteGreat blog! Thanks for following me! Following you back.
ReplyDeleteDanke Mizz Lisa!
DeleteIt's so late that I needed your correction on "slitty." Thank you mightily.
ReplyDeleteGo to bed, John! Pretend I'm your mother, here. GO TO BED! (Poor, tired writerly dude needs some shut-eye and R&R.. such a hard worker)
DeleteLOL! Ah yes, I do understand this. ;)
ReplyDeleteThanks Cherie! And thanks for the follow!
DeleteGee Cathy I wish I could write humorously like you do. I was feeling just a little down a minute ago, you know the ear balance thingy's got to me, but then I read you post, laughed out loud, especially about the water bit, and now have a ^_^ on my face. So thanks for chasing the blues away girl! No sparkly glitter for you today, just a a whole lot of ♥
ReplyDeleteOh Helen, get better soon, OK? Worried about you over here... A whole lot of ♥right back atcha!
DeleteEarly morning is my time. Time to have the first cup of tea - or two in peace before I am expected to be civil. The cats have to be allowed into the bathroom and toilet with me or they shriek the house down. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteThe Q you were looking for, and have in spades is Quality.
Awwww... you're so lovely EC. You are.
ReplyDeleteI am impressed you get up at 5:30. I stay in bed to the very last possible second. Thus I am writing my blog at night. Which has been a bit torturous lately since committing to the a to z challenge! Love your blog! Very fun and very honest!
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