let me see how should I put this?
everything was a bit kaddywampus (it's a real word)
After a while I decided not to think of it as plans altered but instead
as mini treasures just a' waitin' for me 'round each and every corner!
First there was the morning routine
Now I am not the greatest "waker upper" -upper here being a oxymoron
Anyway I take a while to lift the morning fog out of my brain.
It doesn't matter how long I sleep or what time I go to bed it is still the same
I take my coffee with a side of confusion.
For some reason this morning I forgot where the coffee pot was.
Yes you read that correctly. And you see it has been in the same spot for at lest four years.
I walk this path every morning
rain or shine
6 a.m. or weekend 10 a.m
every day that ends in Y
Only this morning for some reason my body took a sharp right turn , and then a slow left curve and landed in the dining room.
Note : there is no dining involved in this room
It has a desk, table, bookshelves, computer, 2 bulletin boards and a dog kennel
No one has ever dined in here
So I am standing in the
I can't find it, shocking I know, and I can't for the life of me understand why
Is it really too much to ask after everything I do for this family to have to coffee pot be wherever I am in the first conscious seconds of my day?
After about, and I kid you not, three minutes my brain is waking up one cell at a time.
Sort of like bubble wrap being popped in reverse.
I accept the cold hard fact that the coffee pot is not here, nor will anyone make it here.
"Fine", I grumble to myself.
But now I need to get to the kitchen and I just don't know which way to go.
This morning thing is so hard!
Eventually I hear Mr. Rodger's call my name in a questioning fashion.
The other eye has sprung open. I have a voicee to follow!!!!
I take a step forward , right into a chair.
Now who the hell left a chair in this room I think.
Oh yeah it is the computer chair okay check
Mr. Rodgers "are you okay?"
I'm getting closer now I head to the light peering through the kitchen/dining room doorway.
I step onto the cold tile of the kitchen floor and eye the coffee pot.
Mr. Rodgers step cautiously out of my way.
He has already pushed the button and their is enough brewed for one cup
He gets to live today.
I pour my cup add my dessert creamer and move like a sloth to the living room.
This room is accurately named . We do alot of Living in here.
I wrap a blanket around me and savor the first sips of sanity.
I am transforming.
The scowl is disappearing, the fuzzy amoebas are swimming out of my eyes and I have feeling in my
Wow that was close.