It's a bit after 6:30...A.M.-------on a SATURDAY-------and I am awake! My body has been getting up like clockwork at 6:15 on the dot every day this week...and today was no exception. And sure, I probably could have just rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, and most likely it would have worked too, but the allure of waking up when the day was new and while the rest of the house slept in blissful slumber was just too tempting for me to pass up. So here I am, up at "the crack" and enjoying my morning all to myself.
Part of my non-reluctance to rise early this morning probably has a lot to do with the neighborhood garage sale that is going on in my aunt's housing division. I spied the signs last weekend advertising the sale---which apparently is yearly type thing---and I couldn't wait for Saturday, October 17th to come...well, here it is, and I am ready! I have a couple things in mind that I want to hunt for, and hopefully I'll be able to come home with some bargain treasures. And if I do, you can bet that I'll be blogging about it! Haha!
Another reason it was so easy to slip out of bed and come here to the land of blog was the fact that I had a weird, nightmarish sort of dream right before I woke up. It was one of those dreams where you are thinking to yourself...Why did I do this? I need to wake up so I can remind myself NEVER to let this happen! In my dream I had put Johnathan down for a nap and then just left the house to go attend a wedding rehearsal the next block over. After being gone several hours I remembered, oh yeah, I have a kid at my house and it's getting dark...I bet he is awake from his nap and is getting hungry. Then I started panicking in my dream, wondering why I had ever left him and hoping that he was okay. And, since it was a dream (and dreams never make much sense) I got on a riding lawnmower to go drive and get him---but the lawnmower ran out of gas---so I started running to go get my baby. Of course the neighborhood dogs all started running after me, but I didn't care, I just wanted to get home. Then, upon reaching the house, scared and out of breath, I could hear Johnathan screaming inside, frightened by the fact that he had been left alone for so long. And right before I woke up I remember thinking to myself (in dream land) at least he is okay---he is crying, so I know that he's alive. Aren't dreams crazy? Of course I would never EVER leave Johnathan alone for hours on end---not even for minutes---and I really don't need to remind myself to never do that---because, well, I never would! I have very vivid dreams quite frequently, and though I usually enjoy my slumber induced entertainment, I am always happy to wake up to reality---especially when I am acting like a total moron in my dreams!
Well folks, I am off to enjoy my "me" time---which will most likely involve more sips of coffee, perhaps some time perusing through my newest edition of Country Living, and most certainly catching up on my blog reading! Enjoy your Saturday!