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As my world continues to turn

You know what I did this morning?

I slept in. 😲

And guess what: the world didn’t come to a screeching halt. 😯

Huh.

But let’s backtrack a moment. At 2 am I woke up craving sliced salami and gouda cheese.

Women have a special talent in craving food. 😜

So I got up, and ate some. I pined for some pickles too but the jar was in the fridge out in the garage and…meh. Too much trouble.

Then I stayed up and pondered this and that until by 4 am I felt sleepy enough to go back to bed. The couch wasn’t comfortable for tummy sleeping so I returned to the bedroom to resume my beauty rest. 😉

The family stirred at the usual time. But it wasn’t until a lot of commotion already happened that I was shaken awake by my partner.

“Go away,” I may or may not have mumbled.

“There’s some cash in my wallet for lunch,” I may or may not have uttered after him when he left the room.

I knew he needed to leave early, and hoped he would not assume the jobs I normally do to get the kids out. I mean, at 14 and 12, you’d think they can manage a morning without mom.

Look. I do their breakfast and lunch making because I want to. It’s an act of love, as a kind reader of this blog pointed out not that long ago.

But today? I was groggy. Tired. Headache-y. And a small part of me was curious to find out how they would manage without me.

I wasn’t worried about the girl; she sometimes does her own thing even when I’m up.

While I continued slumbering I smelled coffee. My husband sometimes brings me a cup, but when I heard him yell for the teen to get up I heard the stress in his voice. So no coffee coming my way.

I’m ok with that.

He had to get to work and you know about my teen and school mornings, god knows I bring it up often enough.

This was the only point where I briefly considered dragging my ass out of bed.

But I didn’t.

I ignored the open door, the stupid light they left on in the hall, and the commotion I was passively aware of.

I fell back asleep. Maybe I needed it. So I took the opportunity. This rarely happens – I’m a morning person and I don’t like wiling the day away in bed. Usually.

Fast forward to about 8 am. As much as I didn’t want to get up, I had to. The salami snack was salty and I really needed to quench my thirst.

So I wandered into the kitchen.

8 am is typically the time the girl child leaves to start her trek to pick up her gal pals around the neighbourhood. She was gone.

My husband too. He had to travel the 427/401/404 highway combination which is, at best in this town, a nightmare to travel on during rush hour. So he too had left.

Surprisingly however, the teen was still pacing around the main floor. I would have thought his dad would have offered to give him a lift.

Side note: he probably did but if the boy isn’t ready when his dad is, the boy misses out on the lift. I think this is good and correct.

So the boy, dressed in his hockey jacket and hat, was still here by 8:05 am. Which means he’ll be late for class today.

I didn’t say anything. He didn’t either.

When he left he shut the door. I opened it and watched him walk up the sidewalk through the screen door.

He turned to wave. ❤ Maybe he isn’t mad at me after all…

That’s when I finally went for some water. I reached for a glass I left on the counter during my night waking, but it tipped over and broke. So I cleaned up the shards, took another one, drank some, and turned on the kettle to make coffee in the French Press.

No water in the kettle.

I filled it, then checked my wallet. Looks like the ten and twenty are gone. Guess no one will starve to death today and I’m out 30 bucks.

Then I checked my phone. There’s a text from the girl.

“Don’t forget to feed the pigs I only gave them a little cucumber.” ❤

See? The world is still turning. 😀 Maybe I should look for that full-time job again after all.

And so begins my day today. I have coffee, as well as a list of items I need to tackle both here and out of the house.

Good Tuesday morning. Things are looking up here. Hope the same for you.

🌞😊

30 thoughts on “As my world continues to turn”

      4. How about I spell it out for you: women have hormonal fluctuations. (Surprise!) lol

        Pregnancy is part of that obviously but no. That phase is done. My second didn’t sleep through the night for 4 years and I’m still traumatized. 🙂

        Also I skipped dinner the night prior which is probably the more likely reason why I was feeling hunger pangs. 🙂

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      5. Ahh I’m with you now Claudette, I lol can be hard work sometimes and thank goodness you’re BLESSED with patience and a sense of humour, just tell me off if I’m ever out of order 😀 ! (An interesting comment thread all the same.)

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  4. Sleeping in…I can’t wait till vacation. I can feel the angst and anxiety of all the teenagers at the charter school I am working with as they try and retry their quizzes on a virtual keyboard. Christmas will be here soon.

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  8. I was teaching simple past and past continuous yesterday and I asked most of them what they had done that morning. They responded with “nothing.” I know it isn’t true. So many things happen that we just don’t take notice of–until we do.
    Thanks for this little slice of morning.

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      3. If I can do anything to help promote or advertise your blog, I would certainly be happy to. That is the best thing about this platform over other ones that I have tried. Here, people seem to want to help.
        I see these students again on Wednesday. I have new grammar and lexis to teach, but if I have time, who knows…

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