Maybe it's daylight saving time, but I could barely get out of bed today.
I awakened at 4 a.m. and this took me by surprise. I awaken every morning at 3:10. Like clockwork. I get up. Pee. Get a drink. Check on Liv. Go back to bed, happy knowing that I get three more delicious hours of sleep.
But waking up at 4:10 just irritated me. My body isn't on daylight savings time yet. And somehow 2 more hours of sleep didn't seem nearly enough.
Woke up to Bing rooting around in the dark trying to find my face to kiss.
"Uh..time?" I asked, incoherently.
"It's 6:05," she countered. "You still have ten more minutes. I'm leaving early to get a start on doing my grades," she said. "Bye, love you, see ya tonight."
Ten more minutes. I inwardly growned. Because my body wanted ten more hours.
I'm up now. Functioning. But, I feel crabby. Bing and Liv are both in fairly good moods. They just have to get through this week and it will be spring break. But, I have the Monday blues.
I want to be a billionaire so freakin' bad. Even more than Travie McCoy and Bruno Mars. Who are much closer to it than me, btw.
I want someone else to make my coffee. I want to wake up and not have to be anywhere.
I want someone else to quiz Liv her spelling words.
Someone else to pick up Bing's blankets and pillows from the living room floor. (She may be in a lot of back pain, but she is still a world class slob.)
I don't want to go to work and help people. Do idiotic paperwork. Sign everything in triplicate. Make sure that all my i's are dotted and my t's crossed for government paperwork. Because if it is not, they send it back.
I don't want to deal with my secretary's prunish face.
I don't want to pick up dishwasher detergent at the store because we forgot to do that on Saturday. And might as well pick up laundry detergent, fabric softener, some of that expensive cobra venom at the health store that really does make my back feel better, Little Debbies for Liv's lunch and more orange juice too. Low on it all.
I don't want to put makeup on.
I just want to slide back into my sage colored soft sheets and sleep for another couple hours. I want to read a book all day long, slugged out on the sofa.
Have Joseph, our trusty butler and jack of all trades, make me a sandwich for lunch and get gas in the car too.
And clean it.
He can help Liv with her homework too. And give me a back rub since he is a jack of all trades and that is in his job description.
He could watch a movie with me.
And then make supper.
Hot turkey sandwiches please.
But, well...I need to fly. I need to drop Liv off at school and then get myself to work too. Hear my low heels click clacking across the marble floor as I head to the elevator. Say good morning to Mike, the doorman.
He probably has the Monday blues too, but won't show it. So neither will I.
But they're there. Inside my skin. Swirling around.
Aching for bed and a carefree day.