5:00 a.m.!!??? Sh*t! That is NOT enough time before going to school. Hate when I oversleep like that. Quick to the bathroom. Quick to the kitchen–gotta take that allegra-D an hour before eating breakfast and this is cutting it close but...d*mn. Chased the magic pill with a full big glass of water. Filled the kettle. Gotta get Bubbi up and out so he’ll eat. Unbelievable. 5:10 already. I just hate it, this is going to be a beast of a week as it is!...haven’t overslept like this in MONTHS! Even fell asleep on the sofa, what, 7:30 last night? Don’t even remember transitioning from sofa to bed.
Hold up.
As the kettle started to exhale more and more loudly, a nagging thought wailed more and more loudly until I plucked it ripe and juicy into coherent translation: it’s * only * Sunday.
Yeah baby. Sometimes it’s soooo good to be wrong. Just because it isn’t a surprise doesn’t mean it isn’t a surprise.
Still don’t like to oversleep—in some ways more so on the weekends...but...hey, the whole day suddenly unrolled before me like red carpet to royalty I’m in heaven and there’s no more rush hallelujah it’s Sunday come!
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