Once again it is that wonderful time of year called the weekend. The time I dream of all week and pray for constantly. And yet, I am now realizing why, every sunday/monday, when someone asks me how my weekend was, I stumble in thought for a moment before I can answer in a bewildered sort of way..."fine/good...I think."
Why is this my response you may say? Well, let me tell you. I woke today around three a.m. oh yippee!!! Was my original thought "What could be better than achieving your complete night sleep (as we went to bed around nine) and waking in the middle of the night?" The answer: Nothing.
As I went back to sleep I realized that my hubby/bedpartner has become a complete snugglebug. That or he has secret designs on my side of the bed. Eventually falling back asleep I wake to his alarm three and a half hours later. Oh joy, its now 6:30 on a saturday morning! As he somehow sneaks out of bed and out of the room without my conscious knowledge of this act I drift back to sleep, only to be wakened once again as he hugs and kisses and says something...I think, and leaves. Back to lowered eyelid bliss I return.
Three hours or something like that later I wake again and decide that okay, okay, fourth time is a charm I really should get up. I ramble to the kitchen, eat some left over salty samosas (don't even get me started on my lack of cooking ability, have I mentioned recently that I am married to a chef...thats right a chef, and one who cooks pretty well, at least thats what he and other people say. jk) and decide to take a bath. Two hours, 2 bathtub amounts of water, and one Percy Jackson book later I emerge in my pruned glory to a sweat text from said hubby. We carry on one of our infamous text conversations (very serious stuff) as I decide that I am going to suprise him and be a good wife! I clean our bedroom, sort the laundry, start a load, and sit down to the laptop (you see, in the middle of all of this great idea forming stuff he informed me that he wont be home until 5-6 which really translates to 6-7) now I have all the time in the world.
After all of that I now sit here trying to distract myself by using the 'next blog' button and reading random peoples blogs, while looking at my disaster of a kitchen and regretting the lunch of left over samosas. Okay thats it...I tell myself. Finish the blog entry, eat a cookie, change the laundry, and be the superwife I know I can be! Maybe I may even make cookies...(and leave a couple for him!). Wish me the best, and cross your fingers I do not return in five minutes to figure out how to make my blog cute like all y'all's, and don't even remind me about the stupid ticker gadget!!!URG!
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