I got to bed at such a decent hour last night, that I awoke this morning around 4:15. Bright-eyed. Ready to go! That's wrong on more levels than I can name right now.
So, I gathered the trash (right day, this time), finished pre-reading The Story of Marco Polo, cleaned up from supper (we had company, and the guys talked into the night, so I just put the kids down and crept into bed for some reading time to let the guys have a little "me time", or the male equivalent. What is that? "Us time" sounds a little bizarre, though. You know, "guy time".)
ANYway... I'd been at it about half an hour or so, when I heard footsteps shuffling up and down the hall. Shuffle to the bath. Pause. Shuffle to the guest room. Pause. Sounds too big to be one of the boys. Balto's outside (and besides, he doesn't shuffle, he goes "clickety-clickety"). Zorak?
I peeked up from cleaning the stove to see Zorak checking the lock on the front door (he's a checker. he loves us.) "Honey? You okay?"
"AH! There you are. Are YOU okay? I woke up and... there wasn't anybody."
*chuckle* Yeah, this is what happens when I have enough sleep. I actually get up before you. Weird, isn't it?
"Mmpf. Yeah." shuffle, shuffle back to bed.
All is well.
Just checking.
Maybe I shouldn't get to bed *quite* so early next time, eh? heh. Oh, but this quiet time in the morning is nice, nice, nice.
Kiss those babies!
~Dy
2 comments:
Good morning! And yes, it is very, very nice.
I like "guy time." Sounds manly, but not debauched.
When I wake up at those hours, I just turn over & go back to sleep. Your way is so much better!
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