It's 5:10 in the morning on Monday, May 25. Memorial Day. A holiday. No daycare today. I get to sleep in. What better way to celebrate this privilege than by waking up early and writing about it! It was Macy's idea, actually, so I can't take full credit.
It started Friday night when Jack and I camped out in the backyard. Surely you remember that. If not, just scroll down and look at the pictures. I'll wait... As I said in that post, I did not sleep epically well. As a result, Saturday was a blur. I was irritable and fun, no doubt. On Sunday we went to Betsy's mom's for a barbecue and I bought a bike at a yard sale. I know, right? A yard sale? On Sunday? Cuh-razy! Anyway, I bought a bike. Then I rode it a bunch and got all sweaty and sore. It didn't take long.
On Thursday (out of order, I know... deal with it), our garbage disposal stopped working. Timely and sensible me decided that last night around midnight would be the best time to finally take a look at it. The diagnosis: I don't know crap about garbage disposals. We're calling someone to take a look at it. But we can't call them out today unless we want to pay a ridiculous emergency holiday charge. Which we don't. So we won't. Call them, I mean.
Anyway, I finally got to bed last night around 1:00. I fell asleep (I'm guessing) sometime around 1:30. Then, around 4:00 or so, Macy woke up crying. Betsy sat up with her for half an hour and then came into our room, where I lay in a half-doze, and tagged me in for my shift. Here I sit in my daughter's room writing this while she races around her room, oblivious to my pleadings, dragging out all of her toys. And at this unbearable hour I am reminded to thank my children's aunts, uncles, and grandparents for buying so many loud toys. Their kindness WILL be repaid.