Saturday, You Had One Job

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.

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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 isΒ  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.

For now.

Have you ever woken up thinking it was a different day or time? Did you ever have to fire a day of the week?

12 comments on… “Saturday, You Had One Job”

  1. Now, I want a donut shop like that near my house. But, speaking of Armadillo’s, not your sweet lovely one, but the kind that are a couple of inches from the ground…we have one that keeps digging up my yard! Every morning we get up, let the dogs out and see more damage from him! You didn’t send him up here from Texas, did you?

  2. I have a “WTF day is it?” episode at least once a week. I work remotely most days of the week, so in a way the weekend never feels like the weekend because my commute is the same no matter the day of the week (as is my work attire, sweats and sweatshirt that my husband says looks like it comes from the wardrobe of Dune). And conversely, every day kind of feels like a weekend for the same previously state reasons. I’m pretty much screwed up most days of the week.

    • Diana Beebe

      Wow, Kelly! First of all, I think your work wardrobe is awesome. πŸ™‚ I work from home at least one day a week, but the kids’ school routines keep me on track (most of the time). I’m so glad you stopped by! πŸ™‚

  3. I hear you about a day not delivering, and when it happens the day just seems to miss, even when there is a moment in a donut shop or at a park. Eventually, I confront that this is just me, again, making something of a moment that it is not. Sometime, that works and for the times that it doesn’t, there are donuts and parks and eventually, gratitude. Enjoyed the post, Diana.

    • Diana Beebe

      I love your perspective, Karen! It’s really up to us to not let that first missed moment ruin the rest of the day. πŸ˜€ I’ve had a very productive day, and for that I’m very grateful!

  4. Hahahaha. I’ve totally done that. That adrenaline rush does tend to ruin the ability to sleep after that. Donut holes with sprinkles? I haven’t seen that version yet. Neat.

    • Diana Beebe

      This donut shop makes the sprinkled donut holes only on the weekend. They’re special. πŸ˜€ They make plain chocolate glazed ones, too. They’re just dangerous.

  5. Lol I hate it when Saturday does that… it’s worse when Sunday plays up and pretends it’s Saturday though! It’s like not realising you’ve lost an hour to daylight savings until the very end of the day :p

    • Diana Beebe

      Daylight Savings–boooooo. LOL. What’s wrong with living everyday like a normal day? I think I’d be OK if we got rid of DST.

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