Well, I am now!
I just told Paige that really early would not be good because I would be sleeping late, but otherwise, I didn't care what time.
See, there are times, especially lately, where sleep is a very precious commodity. Saturday mornings and Sunday afternoons are pretty sacred in my book.
At 9:07 this morning my cell phone rang. I really have to change that flying Wicked Witch of the West theme, by the way. I jump out of bed to answer it, knowing full well who it was. (And no, I wouldn't have been in bed for that much longer had the phone not woken me up.)
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Are you up?"
"Well, I am now."
"You want me to bring the girls on by? Peyton can go over to Mom's while Paige is working on her project."
"Well, I'll be there pretty quick."
I unlock the front door, and turn around to go to the bathroom because when you have to go, you have to go. It's a good thing I unlocked the door.
As soon as I got into the bathroom, the doorbell started ringing. I come out. Time on the clock read 9:10.
Yeah, that was pretty quick.
"Daddy didn't feed us."
I've been avoiding the grocery store for a while now. That meant a trip to Snowflake Donuts. I told them they had to at least get dressed and brush my teeth.
Peyton told me I needed to do something to my hair. DUH! Have you ever seen me the morning after I go to bed with my hair wet?
No harm, no foul. I love my girls and we had a good day, except when I threatened Paige that I was going to give her away in middle of Walmart if she couldn't shut up for a minute. She was singing some song she made up about Angel Soft toilet paper. You would have threatened the same thing had you been there. And evidently, I left Peyton over at Mom and Dad's too long because I got back from Walmart with a message that says, "it's me. I'm bored. Get over here."
I do think that tomorrow when my couch starts calling me for our weekly appointment, I will be touring off the volume on all phones.