I slept until 9:30 this morning. It was delightful. I do vaguely remember being roused from sleep to let Butters out, but I blissfully found my way back to bed and back to sleep.
It’s my last full day off. Tomorrow the alarm will sound and I’ll be off to my Sunday morning job. I’m so grateful for it. But I’d be lying if I said I’m not already looking at the clock like it’s an hour-glass.
I do that. I live this juxtaposition of soaking in every moment while a countdown is happening in my head.
I’m currently counting down until my son returns from picking up his friend, who is a giant. When he’s here, in our little shoe box, the living room is impossibly dwarfed even further to the size of a matchbox.
He’s a good kid. (I suppose he’s not a ‘kid’ really – he turned 18 and graduated from High School last year). Nic has a knack (say that 10 times fast) of attracting ‘good kids’. What a blessing.
But I’m sitting here typing and … tangent. Hold on. I heard somewhere if you use ‘but’ in a sentence, you’re not saying what you really want to say. But I couldn’t very well just put a post up that says ‘I’m losing my living room’ could I?
But I’m sitting here typing and the hour-glass is almost out of sand on my vacation time with my living room. They’ll be hooking up Xboxes – my little 3 foot Christmas tree (yes, I already put it up) will be scooted off somewhere to make room for his friends laptop – or monitor or whatever it is.
I’ll be like a jury member on a high-profile case – sequestered to my room with a hall pass to the kitchen.
And that’s okay.
I’ll clean around them and maybe paint this afternoon. I’ll go to the market and pick some things they’ll smile about when I unpack them from the grocery bags.
I’m so grateful. Grateful that my son chooses to be here. That his friends like to be here. Grateful that the electricity bill is paid so they can plug their consoles in. Grateful that I can go to the store and bring food back.
See what happens when I assume? They got creative with the monitor and the little tree issue.
And, now they’re all settled in. Time for me to run errands 😉
The goblins and ghouls haven’t even tripped up the driveways grasping their candy bags yet, but my mind is on layaway!
When you’re on a meager budget – two months to eek out layaway payments might as well be two weeks.
Christmas shopping used to be easy – and a heck of a lot cheaper. That was before my Lego loving, Pokemon collecting boy turned into a teenager.
Although to be honest, Lego kits weren’t as inexpensive as they should have been (I think the bulk of the cost is to pay the scientists they must employee to write the instructions).
I feel SO old and out of the techy loop researching, comparing and contrasting the latest gadgets he’s widened his eyes for when they’ve come on TV. I don’t own an MP3 player – have never held an iphone, ipad or had the opportunity to converse with ‘Siri’.
If there’s going to be any yelping or whooping or shiny Christmas eyeballs – shopping must be done NOW.
I’m wondering if they let you put Black Friday items on layaway? Not that I’m getting up at the crack of dawn to try that out – but just curious.
Probably Siri knows.