Hey, y'all!
So it's Monday. The first full day of school for my new ninth grader. My graduate is still in the bed.
If you know me, you know I'm not a morning person. I do not bounce out of bed early all bright-eyed and bushy tailed. My eyes don't get bright nor my tail bushy until at least 9 a.m., and even then only after ingesting the appropriate amounts of caffeine. And school days mean I have to get up at what time? They make that in an a.m. version?
But I love Mondays while the kids are in school. The way it used to work is I got up way earlier than I wanted to and made sure that Christopher caught the bus as he should, drug Catie out of bed and off to school while still in my PJs and working on my second cup of coffee. Then I got home, refilled the coffee cup, turned on the radio and got busy cleaning the house (unless I had an awesome weekend and needed more sleep, in which case I went back to bed for a couple of hours and dreamt about housework.)
I don't know why it is, but an empty house is so much easier to clean. Even when they are holed up in their rooms....they're still here, and it makes a difference. I have no idea why. Yes I do....my graduate is still in the bed. I can't vacuum right now if I wanted to. Wait...yes I could! *evil grin*
But today is different...sort of. It is now 9:30 a.m. I have downed nearly six cups of coffee (by Mr. Coffee's measurements. In Lisa cups it's more like two. Who is he measuring for...the Keebler elves?), made a batch of waffles, got the daughter off to school, checked Facebook 300 times, made a grocery list, and washed two loads of clothes. I am still in my jammies and slowly but surely making my way to the shower. No really! Okay. Not really. I don't have to get dressed yet because...well, I don't have to. Instead, I'm sitting on my couch blogging. But after this I'm getting dressed. No, really....
Christopher is still asleep. His alarm has gone off five times. I counted. He has an appointment with a personal trainer at the gym today. Now this is strange. Not the gym, but he's doing his own thing nowadays, and I find I have very little say in the matter. I mean, he didn't even need my permission to join a gym. He just did it! My boy is grown and I feel very weird about it. The day is coming when he is going to finally make enough money to support himself, and he is going to move out. I don't want to think about that yet, so I won't!
Catie, on the other hand, she still needs me a little bit...more than she thinks she does. :) I let her drive a little yesterday. That feels weird, too, to look over in the driver's seat and see my little girl sitting there. Okay...she's officially bigger than me, but still! She looked so pretty going off to school this morning. She seems so much more comfortable this year and confident that she will have a good year. I am very proud to see it.
Well....I have very much enjoyed these few minutes on my couch with my computer and my seventh (fourth?) cup of coffee. But now I really do have to go get dressed. I only have five hours before I have to pick Catie up and I still have a lengthy to-do list...and I refuse to be like 75 percent of the Walmart population and grocery shop in my jammies. ;)
