Saturday, you are so fired. I mean, I love you, Saturday, for so many reasons. You know that. This is nothing personal.
No, wait, it is personal. You had one job to do this morning. And you FAILED.
You were supposed to let me sleep late with peaceful, restful dreams.
Nope. At 6:20 this morning, I woke up with the stressful thought that I hadn’t set an alarm and Armadillo would be late for school.
Saturday!!!!! That’s not sleeping in with peaceful, restful dreams. That was heart-pounding, ohmigosh, I’ll-have-to-shower-later waking up.
Yeah, sure I needed to get up to make revisions, but not at 6:20 a.m.
*sticks tongue out at Saturday* Mean, mean, meanie pants!
And, yeah, I rolled over and went back to sleep for another hour and a half. But, the morning sleeping in was already RUINED. Ruined, I tell you.
*pouts* (There may have been foot stomping, too. Can’t confirm that.)
Then Armadillo woke me with a poke in the ribs. “Donuts. Donuts! Donutz!!!” (I may have heard zombie voice…. See, I needed more sleep. Your fault, Saturday.)
So I got dressed and went to our most favoritest donut shop ever. (And, why yes, I wore my lavender Crocs in public for five minutes. Don’t judge.)
They had the sprinkled donut holes that the girls like. I don’t like big sprinkles, which is a good thing, because they would be too easy to eat.
The girls were happy they got their Saturday morning donuts.
And you, Saturday, got lucky. You redeemed yourself at the donut shop.
I forgive you.
Have you ever woken up thinking it was a different day or time? Did you ever have to fire a day of the week?