...a Materialist Misplaced in a Nordstrom-less Town
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
And God Said "Let There Be Diet Mountain Dew"
11:08 pm: Go to bed.
11:10 pm: Fall asleep.
12:44 am: Hear Sylvie. Go feed her.
1:05 am. Totter back to bed.
2:36 am: Wake up to loud storm.
2:44 am: Listen to Keane, who is standing by my bed, explain that Skippy is trying to sleep with him, and is it OK that the dog's nail touched his lip? And can I hold Skippy so he doesn't come to bed with him?
2:46 am: Hold squirming dog's collar while he labors to escape.
2:47 am: Realize lying in bed while holding skittish dog's collar is not good long-term solution. Let dog go.
3:03 am: Listen to dog scamper around, whimpering, and wonder how long it is until he wakes ALL the kids up.
3:23 am: Go upstairs and shut kids' door so dog doesn't bother them anymore.
3:26 am. Back to bed.
5:40 am: Hear Sylvie again. Go feed.
5:52 am: Back to bed.
6:40 am: Hear children screaming gleefully over new He Man characters Will received for his birthday.
6:45 am: Hear Colette screaming due to some unknown injustice.
6:46 am: Contemplate going to Colette's aid.
6:47 am: Give daughter opportunity to build character and stick up for herself. Don't get up.
7:20 am: Hear Sylvie screeching.
7:22 am: Mumble "of course" when Colette asks me if I will get her breakfast.
7: 45 am: Finally give in, get up.
7:46 am: Thank the good Lord for the maximum caffeine wattage goodness of Diet Mountain Dew. How else would I survive until my coffee is ready?