I was awake this morning by 6am and I have to wonder why it isn't so easy to wake up on school days. I didn't even sleep well last night and was up until after 3am. It's perplexing that on just 3 hours of sleep I can be awake and restless at that time of the morning. Nevermind the getting up at 5am deal I made with myself earlier in the year...that went totally out the window though I can still appreciate the reasoning behind it, and I wish with all my heart I could do it...I just don't live that kind of life that allows wakefulness at that time of day. Unless, of course, it's Saturday and I don't *have* to be up.
Speaking of not having to be up...I'm a bit surprised that it's past 8:30 and my kids are still in bed. Even my fat computer kitty, Pooh, is still crashed out in Emily's room, taking up the majority of her desk top. Last week my husband and I kept mentioning how small our cats seem to be getting. We wondered if they might be sick or not eating enough. Maybe the possums are eating all the food we put outside for our outdoor cats, we thought. Then last night, we received our answer. At just 9 months old, Pooh kitty dwarfs even our large siamese, Simon. Not only is Pooh fuzzy poofy, he is chubby beyond the chubby norm. He has a tongue as rough as the coarsest sandpaper and an affinity for licking. Loving the Pooh can be about as painful as a carpet burn, and look much the same.
In a little while my pop will be coming over to help me with some wiring and I will be able to finish up the new slash room (old kitchen) I don't like wiring - I shock easily. At the end of the day, I also hope to have the refrigerator's icemaker hooked up and we can leave behind the old fashioned trays and just press a button for shaved ice or cold water straight from the refrigerator door. No more opening the fridge to find 3 ice trays with only one piece of ice each. No more sloshing water from the trays all the way across the room (I don't know how I ever managed to wait tables...I can't walk with a full coffee cup without sloshing either). The only drawback I can see is our first month's water bill. Being served through a refrigerator door much like fixing a drink from a soda fountain at a restaurant will be the highlight of the month for sure. If only we could get it to pour coke instead of just plain water...
Today Emily (our 7yo) will be going to work with her dad. She makes quite a hostess and she takes her job seriously. She will come home this afternoon and tell me each detail of her day, including the line she uses in greeting people. "Hello, my name is Emily, just have a seat and your server will be right with you." She's adorable and often gets tipped just for that. She loves bussing tables, washing dishes and talking to people. She's quite good restaurant material when you get right down to it. She has a sparkling personality, a love of words (read - talks non-stop), and she never meets a stranger. She will come home this afternoon, count her money carefully before putting it away, all the while complaining about how she wasn't ready to have to leave yet. She will have a good work ethic, that one. During the summer she will work most Saturdays and save her money for something special, or just plain save it. Last year she opened a bank account and though she didn't save all of her money it's only been recently that she spent the last of the money she earned while working that one day a week.
My how time flies. It's going on 11:00 now and I've done little more than drink a pot of coffee, get Em ready for work, plan the work day with my pop and order a pair of shoes for my husband. Finding shoes to fit that man is a lot of hard work, but that's a whole 'nother entry...
Speaking of not having to be up...I'm a bit surprised that it's past 8:30 and my kids are still in bed. Even my fat computer kitty, Pooh, is still crashed out in Emily's room, taking up the majority of her desk top. Last week my husband and I kept mentioning how small our cats seem to be getting. We wondered if they might be sick or not eating enough. Maybe the possums are eating all the food we put outside for our outdoor cats, we thought. Then last night, we received our answer. At just 9 months old, Pooh kitty dwarfs even our large siamese, Simon. Not only is Pooh fuzzy poofy, he is chubby beyond the chubby norm. He has a tongue as rough as the coarsest sandpaper and an affinity for licking. Loving the Pooh can be about as painful as a carpet burn, and look much the same.
In a little while my pop will be coming over to help me with some wiring and I will be able to finish up the new slash room (old kitchen) I don't like wiring - I shock easily. At the end of the day, I also hope to have the refrigerator's icemaker hooked up and we can leave behind the old fashioned trays and just press a button for shaved ice or cold water straight from the refrigerator door. No more opening the fridge to find 3 ice trays with only one piece of ice each. No more sloshing water from the trays all the way across the room (I don't know how I ever managed to wait tables...I can't walk with a full coffee cup without sloshing either). The only drawback I can see is our first month's water bill. Being served through a refrigerator door much like fixing a drink from a soda fountain at a restaurant will be the highlight of the month for sure. If only we could get it to pour coke instead of just plain water...
Today Emily (our 7yo) will be going to work with her dad. She makes quite a hostess and she takes her job seriously. She will come home this afternoon and tell me each detail of her day, including the line she uses in greeting people. "Hello, my name is Emily, just have a seat and your server will be right with you." She's adorable and often gets tipped just for that. She loves bussing tables, washing dishes and talking to people. She's quite good restaurant material when you get right down to it. She has a sparkling personality, a love of words (read - talks non-stop), and she never meets a stranger. She will come home this afternoon, count her money carefully before putting it away, all the while complaining about how she wasn't ready to have to leave yet. She will have a good work ethic, that one. During the summer she will work most Saturdays and save her money for something special, or just plain save it. Last year she opened a bank account and though she didn't save all of her money it's only been recently that she spent the last of the money she earned while working that one day a week.
My how time flies. It's going on 11:00 now and I've done little more than drink a pot of coffee, get Em ready for work, plan the work day with my pop and order a pair of shoes for my husband. Finding shoes to fit that man is a lot of hard work, but that's a whole 'nother entry...
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