Today I took advantage of one of those "use it or lose it" days (only 8 more to go before 12/31!).
Once upon a time that would have meant this girl could be found sleeping in and then later, curled in the corner of the couch with a small white wookie cuddled close, cuppa and book in hand, wearing her jammies all day ... you get the picture. However, that is no longer the case. Now there is a little princess who is very demanding about her morning outdoor time, there is a little diabetic (not diabolical) wookie who has to eat and then have his insulin during a specific time frame, there is a father who needs daily meds set out, there is breakfast to prep, kitchen to clean, laundry to start, etc. etc. There is a routine that doesn't change, just because the pupper-momma/the daughter decides to take a day off.
Plus ... it's Tuesday and I am now a homeowner. Tuesday is trash day. I don't have the luxury of simply tossing my trash into a dumpster whenever I feel like it. My trash must now go to the curb to be picked up by the men who swing by in the huge garbage truck. And my trashmen? Yeah, they always, always, always come EARLY ... like 8am early ... and I spent the weekend in the garage working to finally get my sweet, red baby's room cleaned enough for her to be able to easily spend the winter inside. Having succeeded in that task, there is a corner of the garage that currently has enough trash to make about 3 trips to the curb with my little red wagon, only 2 if I stack it high and chance it not falling and making a mess.
Plus it was 15 degrees outside this morning.
FIFTEEN!!!
And, no, I couldn't take it out last night before bed. The way the north wind was whipping "down the plain", my trash bags would have ended up in the Gulf of Mexico and I would have been fined by some environmentalist group.
But I digress.
So it was that on this frigidly, cold (yet oddly beautifully bright and clear) morning ... up, up, up, this girl got on her day off ... to go stand in the kitchen watching the sun begin it's rise over the back fence through her window, wishing she had remembered where she left her slippers, while waiting for the tea kettle to whistle for her cuppa ... finding her slippers separately - one under the side of the kitchen table, one over by her comfy chair - while giving "before breakfast" meds to small white wookie while Princess K begins her morning inspection of the yard ... watching the two in their sweaters, sniffing, chasing, playing through the window while she preps the Keurig before her dad comes looking for his coffee ... feeding the pups before their tummies collapse and their voices break eardrums ... locating a pair of sweats, socks and shoes to put on with night shirt because she's just not quite ready to be completely dressed for the day ... giving a small wookie his insulin ... then, at 7:50a, heading to the hall closet to put on hat, coat and scarf before braving the cold to begin toting the mountain of trashbags, boxes and paraphernalia from the corner of the garage to the curb before the trashmen cometh.
Yeah.
Bad news/good news ...
Bad news ... dressing and rushing was for naught. Monday was a holiday. Trash day is moved. The trashmen won't be here today ... they will run tomorrow instead. *sigh*
Good news ... I realized my date error BEFORE I opened the garage door to the Arctic blast.
I'm taking the win.
I celebrated by coming back in and putting my coat, hat and scarf back in the closet, getting a load of laundry started, fixing scrambled eggs for someone's breakfast and playing rotating door person for a couple of pups who really want to romp in the sunshine but can't stay out long without freezing little tails.
I am thinking though, if I time it right, I can possibly carve out an hour to enjoy a second cuppa and a chapter in my book this afternoon. If I get incredibly lucky, I can catch another hour to do some more writing. Maybe. Maybe not. Events of the day will tell.
And that's okay. Cause I'm the puppermom & the daughter & the homeowner ....three titles I'm pretty pleased to represent.
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