(I'd like to think that I'd written something much more creative had I not been slaving over a "guest post**" for someone, but really, I'm feeling sort of well, blog-over today. You know, when you've had too much to think and you're trying to recall all the things you said you wouldn't forget the evening/weeks before?)
I woke up at 4:02. I cursed when I looked at the alarm, because I knew that I wasn't going back to sleep. I noted to myself that I wanted to tell Comedy Central that I hate that they keep playing "Girls Gone Wild" ads in the wee hours. I searched for the remote and clicked off the tv and wondered how much electricity is wasted because the tv was on all night .
I read a little (Dorothy Parker "If I had a shiny gun/I could have a world of fun/speeding bullets through the brains/of the folks that bring me pains..")
Meandered down the hall (carefully sidestepping the creaky board that wakes Little A) and into the bathroom. I plucked, sighed and quit pulling my eyebrows upward with my pointer finger, flossed, rinsed and brushed, showered, shampooed, deep conditioned, shaved and lotioned up.
Packed my briefcase:
- Lunch (oatmeal and Splenda, vanilla soymilk and veggies)
- Bills I need to pay
- Coke Zero
- Hope, unbridled and shiny
- Love, deep and jagged and true
- Wistfulness, but just a pinch
- Gratitude, to gently remind me of all that I do have
"Ghetto" ironed (tossed in the dryer) the clothes I wore today: black slacks, butter yellow cotton mock turtleneck:
Packed Little A's diaper bag and woke her up with a kiss. She said, as she does each morning fresh with sleep in her voice, "Ruby" and looked for the lamb that is as much of a part of her as her blue eyes.
Drove her to the sitter and then into work. Listened to one of my favorite songs THREE times in a row. ("Men weren't meant to ride with clouds between their knees, I'm only a man...")
Sat here, at my desk all morning, writing reports:
Some of the little tidbits that I have hanging by my pictures read:
"Could today be the day"?
"Keep on Moving"
Then at lunch, I created this
And that, my friends, is how a servant spent her morning.
Please tell me you did something much greater than I.
**Check back tomorrow for updates