Ask me about my day
Do you know that feeling you get when you get up at 3am to use the facilities and get yourself a little more nice cold water, and you’re just awake enough to want to put your mind onto more pleasent things than whatever it was you were dreaming about, so you sit down in front of this machine and start surfing for new and exotic ways to, well, nevermind, but you start surfing the web for about 5 minutes, and you just start to think, ah, OK, I can go back to bed now, and just as you click on the last link you’re going to follow, you are startled out of your reverie and your bloody wits by a young voice right behind you saying, “I threw up.” Do you know that feeling?
Not the she could help it, poor thing was sick as a dog and apologetic for keeping me up. After an hour and a half of massive containment and cleanup efforts involving paper towels, wipes, baths, showers, and 75 minutes on hold with FEMA, I got her back to sleep. By this time, it’s quarter to six.
I made coffee. I went for a short walk, filled with sunrise, birdsong, and flowers. I returned to find first one, then the second, of the other urchins awake. I could tell the first one was up by the trail of ketchup leading to the basement. “Everything tastes better with ketchup,” is his personal motto, but I draw the line at staircases.
The Reigning Queen of Pink, High Duchess of Fluff, and Protector of Barbies announced her presence with the usual preemptory, “I want waffles and hot chocolate.” We scurry to obay, mostly because that sounded pretty good to me also.
The sick one is sleeping it off, as is SOBUMD, who slept through all of it but the bath part.
And it’s not even 0730!
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