Saturday is my sleep in day. I can never understand people who get up at 6:30 on Saturdays. Seriously.
What could you possibly do before 7 that can't wait til after 9?
Drew called me this morning shortly after 8 am, needing a ride home from his sleepover at Brett's house because "he was soooo sick".
I got right out of bed and drove over to Brett's in my pajamas. It was obvious he was more overtired than anything, but I humored him and got him some Cold FX, Advil Cold and Sinus and a One A Day vitamin along with a juice box and said sweetly as he got into bed, "get some rest, hon".
I promptly went back to my own bed determined to fall asleep. Unfortunately the thought of having high blood pressure was messing with my brain, so I forced myself to imagine a tanned, slim, me on a summer day at the beach with a book, on a lawn chair with the waves lapping and a breeze blowing.
Mostly it worked. Til the phone rang again.
And then again.
I got up at 10 and started to read blogs.
My master blog list is bookmarked on my desktop computer, but when Drew is in the house, he can be found sitting at my desk with his hand on the mouse. (My mouse.) I rarely get to use my office space. What's mine is his.
Anyway, with him sleeping, I cruised blogs for hours. I made a point of actually DOING something at 1 pm... and that was cleaning the furnace filter. Yay me. I did one home maintenance chore today.
The boys (Max and Drew) got up after 2, so I moved to the living room where I read this book
It WAS good. I can see how we would have had a great discussion if we had chosen it as next month's selection.
Adrian Plass was in town (from England) tonight, and I wanted to go. Not badly enough to put a bra on and actually leave the house, but part of me wanted to be that person who goes to these sorts of things.
The thought of walking up to Shopper's Drug Mart to pick up bubble bath and toilet paper crossed my mind, but it was raining. So I played facebook Scrabble all evening long.
I tell ya - this has been a waste of a perfectly good Saturday. It's close to 2 am now, and my legs are feeling antsy. I don't think I've walked more than 20 steps all day.
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. There is only one month of November per year.
2. Tomorrow is another day.
3. Pretty sure he just has a head cold.