I would
say the official start of the day was at 1 am when Ashley had a coughing fit
and started crying. I look at the bright side of the situation and
realize this gave me more cuddle time than I am usually allowed. She
becomes more independent every day. Just yesterday I tried to give
her a hug and she said, “Awwwww MamÃ...” in a voice reminiscent of that whiney
teenager tone. I refuse to let her grow up that fast! She
was back in bed within a half an hour and which point I collapsed in my
own. I remember nothing and apparently did not move for the rest of
the night. At 6:45 am, Ashley came downstairs and climbed into bed
with me, which I may not have noticed if she didn’t fall on me trying to get to
her ‘spot’. Another round of cartoons and a shower, I began to feel
almost human. This is the point where I usually tell whomever I
happen to be talking to that I am not now nor will I ever be a ‘morning
person’. As a matter of fact I had to move my super loud alarm clock
to the other side of the room just to facilitate getting my arse out of
bed. I also never shut my curtains so the sun streams in on my
face. Then there is the four different alarms programmed on my cell
phone and a backup alarm clock in the opposite corner of my primary
alarm. There are still days that I barely get out the house on time
even with all that precaution.
By that
time I was reluctantly awake and beginning to feel nervous. The
butterflies in the pit of my stomach quashed my appetite down to nothing. Since
I was running late anyway, I didn’t pack a lunch and figured I would just grab
something frozen at the gas station. This is usually a good backup
plan, however, I didn’t actually remember to go and buy something. I
had a Pop Tart for breakfast since there was a box of them in my desk drawer
and a piece of cinnamon coffee cake that some dear soul in our office made to
share. I felt sick to my stomach all morning and afternoon. I
finally decided to get Jimmy Johns for lunch since their subs are too bland to
offend the stomach, and ended up eating only half of my sandwich. I
hope the other half is still good so I can eat it for lunch tomorrow. As
4 o’clock approached hobbling on crutches my nervousness progressed to nausea
and I wasn’t sure I was going to make it. For the love of frijoles
this is my husband I was nervous about seeing! It must be because so
much time has passed since we last spoke face to face.
