Monday Monday

I would wish you a happy Monday, but it's Monday.

I wish you knew how long I sat here staring at the blank text box before writing this sentence. My brain just doesn't really know how to function on Monday mornings.

My sweet father-in-law came over Saturday night to help D move a bunch of furniture that was given to us by a wonderful friend of mine. FIL and D moved our current living room furniture downstairs (we have a split-level) to make room for the new living room furniture. This meant having to take our couch out the front door, into the backyard, and enter through the french doors in the entertainment room. So, you can imagine how terrible I felt when they brought the new chair into our living room and I realized it didn't match. Pretty terrible. Back came the old living room furniture and downstairs went the new living room furniture. Also moved: a mattress and box spring (for a guest bedroom), the headboard and bed rails for said mattress and box spring, a dresser, a nightstand, a bench, and I'm sure there's something else that I'm forgetting. Thank you, Papa B!

While that went down, I made banana chocolate chip muffins. When those were done baking, I pretty much hid in my bedroom reading Twilight. I didn't want to be in the way. Plus, I felt pretty useless just standing around.

I'm already excited for lunch and it's only 9am. I guess that's one of the pitfalls of waking up at 5:30am. Speaking of which, on Monday mornings I take the bus. The 6am bus. It's as painful as it sounds. I purposely wash and curl my hair on Sunday mornings before church so that when I don't wash it on Monday mornings, it at least looks nice when it's pulled into a sloppy bun. Some baby powder on my roots and voila!

I'm always in a hurry. I hate getting out of bed. Last night, D and I got to bed around 10:30. Since D falls sleeps with one leg under the covers and one leg out, I'm always worried that he's freezing but is unaware of the cold because he's asleep, so I try to cover him up. Last night at around 11pm when he was sleeping soundly and I was still awake, I gently started slipping the covers from between his legs so I could pull them over his body. I was amazed that I made it almost all the way to his foot before he woke up (he's an incredibly light sleeper - once, the sound of me quietly taking the cap off my deodorant woke him up). He shot straight up in bed, said "Duh", and pulled the covers around his waist. I didn't understand what he said until he told me this morning that he just remembers saying "duh" at some point. At midnight when I was barely drifting off to sleep, I saw D prop himself up in bed and reach toward the lamp. He kept reaching, reaching, until he was grasping for something on the wall above the lamp. I said "D, lay down" and he said "Okay" and fell back into bed. He does things like this every once in a while and I rarely catch him in the act. Usually he wakes himself up and goes back to bed then he'll tell me about it the next day. I'm a very heavy sleeper, so anything he does in the middle of the night goes largely unnoticed by me.

For some reason I woke up at 2:33am. I fell right back asleep, but still, how annoying to wake up in the middle of the night for no good reason!

I like to watch people on the bus. I like that, in the morning, I pretty much know who will be getting on the bus at which stop. The chatty riders sit in front where the seats face each other and they all seem to be good friends. If I didn't have a carpool partner who insisted on sitting next to me on the bus I'd probably like to sit by the chatty people once or twice. Not that I necessarily like to chat at 6am, but listening to them chat can be pretty fascinating. I'm sure I annoy my carpool partner. He wants to ask about my weekend and make small talk and I'm usually not a talker anyway, but especially not that early in the morning. I rode the bus by myself last week and it was so wonderful to sit by myself for half the ride then when a little Asian lady sat next to me it really still felt like I was sitting by myself. My carpool partner gets on around the same stop that I do and sits his 6'4" frame next to me for the entire ride. To and from work. I think he thinks that I need him to do that, bless his heart. I don't.

Rain is forecasted for later this week. Can I give a hearty "NOOOOOOOO!" to that? I've been enjoying our 70 degree, sunny weather so much. I hate to give it up. Rain. Blech.

And this is what you get for reading my post on a Monday.

Have a good one!

P.S. HA! I just wrote the subject line and as I did I remembered that I had a dream that I was in a commercial for Monday night football and a huge crowd of people in bleachers were singing the words "Monday, Monday" to the tune of "Mony, Mony" by Tommy James and the Shandells. I should pitch that idea to ESPN and see what they think.

P.P.S. Don't get me started on football. Huskies and Seahawks lost this weekend. BOO!