I’m not sure if it’s my meds….or the fact that it’s the end of the work-week….or if it’s my age and still recovering from the all-night drive home from Hunting Moon powwow 5 days ago (or a combination of all 3), but I am T.I.R.E.D. It took EVERYTHING to get me out of bed over an hour ago. In order to not miss work today (when I don’t have enough leave to use) I did some very slow talking to myself….very sloooow and several different approaches.
First one: “Get up now, find your phone that Sara knocked off the nightstand when she crawled into your side of the bed in the middle of the night and turn off your ringtone because not everyone appreciates waking up to Simple Minds singing ‘Alive and Kicking’ as much as you do.”
I did have to climb over Sara to get up to follow Jim Kerr’s voice and Robin Clark’s awesome back-up singing in order to find my phone, AND as it turns out, my glasses. Then I laid back down.
Then I tried: “Get up now and get to work so you can get home sooner.” Still laid there.
I also tried, “Just get up now, drink your lifeline of coffee, go to work in your workout clothes and shower at the rec center. Just get.up.now.” Nothing.
Joe B felt my struggle….well, I don’t know if he actually sensed the ensuing struggle or if it was just his usual restless sleep (I’d like to think he is tuned into me that closely), but he got up and said he would make my coffee. I actually did get up and followed behind him to the kitchen. He thinks I watched him make the coffee but in reality I didn’t see a thing….it was all a big, semi-dark kitchen blur. The only thing that got through to my senses was that it was incredibly cold in my house at that time. Like Arctic cold. Too cold for anyone to be out in that type of cold. So I blindly shuffled behind Joe B back to the bedroom and laid back down again to warm up. It was the sensible thing to do.
The only thing that got me out of bed was when I heard the beep of the coffee maker, letting me know that there was a good possibility of making it out of the house at some point today. It reminded me of church bells…ringing out the promise of love and life and hope and all that was beautiful in the world.
Hahahaha. No, not that bad. But it did get me up and out of bed finally. Got me out of my warm, cozy, bed in my nice dark bedroom with my pillows broken in exactly the way I want and my squishy thick comforter and sounds of Sara and Joe B snoring to lull me back to sleep.
Maaaannnn…..I’m never going to get to work. #thestruggle
Happy Friday!!
Wozani Was'te 