This morning started with a bang.
Quite literally, not the other, naughty kind. 🙄
I had some issues in the bathroom requiring a trip to my apocalypse/overflow stash of supplies in the bedroom which disturbed the sleeping man and when I was finally done and went to make coffee it was just 6 am.
Whatever. That’s like sleeping in for me.
But I was feeling very groggy. I didn’t turn on all the lights while puttering around when I had the great idea that the lava lamp might cast a soft, soothing glow while I slumber away in the living room.
My son received it on his birthday which incidentally was the first day of lock-down…
I looked for the switch in the dark and next thing I know the top of the lamp, the part with the liquid in it, is on the floor.
Thankfully it didn’t break (enter swear word).
Of course the sleeping man is now up again wondering what the commotion is all about which travels me down the same path I’ve been navigating since the day we bought this house.
We should have never bought a house with the master bedroom off the kitchen. We are not compatible sleepers and I make noise.
Anyway. I have coffee now. He went back to bed. Kids won’t stir till much later so I’ll sit here with my phone and play with you instead.
Are people annoyed by my antics? Amused?
I gotta admit sometimes I cringe at the drivel that comes out of my keyboard…
Today is the 26th day we’ve been home together in quarantine. Neither my province nor my city have reached the peak of positive covid-19 cases nor deaths yet. We are going to be doing this for a while…
So, we continue to sit in our homes and take one proverbial step after another.
It’s all we can do.
In the meantime I’ll try to be quieter, and a bit more coordinated. I’ll try, I’m not making any promises.