Like it or not, here comes morning

That sweet java is brewing now and it is calling my name. Soon my head will be a little less clouded. It is a late Tuesday morning and another snow day at that. This winter stuff is for the birds. Or...maybe not. Even they fly south for the winter. Smart birds.

The house is a mess so I'll use this day to do a little polish and shine. If I can wake up that is. Ah, but first I shall sit down with my Nook and my coffee and read a book I've been meaning to read for what feels like ages. Or so I think.

Just as I get comfortable, the dogs are barking letting me know it's time for them to go out. Oh yeah. Sorry, girls. Boy, I am still foggy from last night's bite from the insomnia bug. Ever get that way? You're up half the night making mental to-do lists, coming up with great ideas to use at work, trying to remember if you paid your car insurance this month, and the list goes on. Well, good news is I paid my car insurance. Bad news? I accidentally switched it with my daughter's cheer leading money. Oh well. I figured it out before there were any major mess ups. And those great ideas for work? Better write those down right away or I'd forget them by morning, or by later morning anyway. Yes. I was still up at 4 a.m.

Ok, so I finally get myself comfy on the couch with coffee for my daily dose of news and Nook time. I must admit, this day isn't going too bad when, five minutes into my book, my daughter awakes. She comes moping out of her bedroom with my robe on, tissues in hand, and the thermometer in her mouth. Her cold is no better today it seems. She practically coughs the thermometer out as it beeps. No fever, thank goodness, but a mom's work is never done and there's no time for rest. I give her a big hug and grab the cough medicine and allergy pills from the medicine drawer. Next, it's time for me to make her some hot tea with honey and make the cinnamon rolls she loves so much for breakfast. That should make her feel a little better. I cover her up with a blanket as she balls up in her favorite chair and she eats her cinnamon rolls. After gulping down my first cup of Folgers and pouring my second, I sit down with a cinnamon roll, too. Time for that bit of rest before I begin my day.

The phone rings. It's my eighty year old dad. "Can ya run to the store and pick me up some Pepsis and a few other things, too before it gets too bad?"

I let out a tired, little sigh knowing that this day, wether I like it or not, has officially begun.

"Sure thing, Dad. I'll be out in just a bit. I love you." I reply as I end the call.

Rest time is over. I'd better gulp down that second cup of coffee and grab a travel mug to go. Looks like I'm gonna need it.