It is 7 am and I am sitting trying to get enough energy to get up and go do something productive. I am dragging and since I went to bed at 9 pm last night and didn't get up until 6 am I am not sure why. Bullwinkle got me up at 11:30 and I thought it was time to get the day started and was very happy when I realized that it the middle of the night. Dale and Josh left twenty minutes ago to get Josh to Driver's Ed on time. He had to drive at 7 am this morning. He was overjoyed when he told me, I not so much. He says, "I get to drive for the first time on Saturday". I am sure I said something to which sounded like that is great, honey. Then he says, I remember it clearly because I wanted to slam my head on the steering wheel and hug my child with joy at the same time, "I signed up to drive at 7 am because that way I can get to Poppys and not miss any working hours." 7 AM ON A SATURDAY, come on, it is not shopping the day after Thanksgiving or anything as important as that. But I was up, I got him up (sidenote: he needs a working alarm clock), I made the coffe, ran the dogs, cleaned the kitty box, feed the dogs and cats and made an intelligent conversation with my husband and my son and as soon as they left I refused to allow myself to get back under those covers.
I am sitting here planning my to-do list for today and it is almost all outside. I need to clean every animal pen we have, they are all muddy and disgusting. Need fresh hay thrown down and the waterer need completely dumped and refilled and I have alot to do out there. I hear the rooster crowing and know I need to get busy. I must go and get my day started but that bed is calling loudly.
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