...you can't start snoring during calls. It seemed like a good idea, to have him set up in our room...but it means that I have to be up and out of there when he starts work. Last night was one of those ha, you think you're going to just sleep!? nights...Hollowed Out Nights, I call them. I fell asleep without too much trouble, conked out before all the aches and pains kicked in...something woke me up a few hours later, that's when the party planning in my head started. The jury duty drama and the tickle in my throat, and my aching hips. I tossed. I turned. I did conscious relaxation, like when you're having a baby in the 80's with no pain meds. I prayed, and I thought about important things.
And, then, voila, right when it was time to get up in the morning, I fell asleep. I woke up enough to text Miss Charlotte and tell her sorry, I was not going to get up and see her out the door this morning. Have a good day, and do well on your test! Then, miraculously, I returned to slumber.
Ha. ha ha ha. Paul had to get up and start work.
Once, in the summer, I came in from the pool, and I don't have to remind you how shockingly hot I am in my old-lady swim dresses...Paul was working in his office aka our room, I had to get into our bathroom to change from my suit...I walked by his desk, and he said, "Oh, you're on camera, Zoom call." lovely.
Obviously, I don't want to be on camera while I slumber, nor picked up snoring on one of his calls...so up, and at 'em.
His office was set up in a different bedroom, but when Kathryn and Darius were coming, he moved the whole set up into a different empty bedroom...when their visit turned into a five week stay because they were MOVING here, they needed an extra room, so little Rhys would sleep better...so he moved the whole shebang into our room. Our room is nice and bright and big enough, I mostly don't mind. I am an early riser in general, and don't take naps. I'm happy for Paul to be so close by, right down the hall from the living room, it's not really a big deal. Except for this fine morning, ha...I was SO tired...
Jury Duty: Those brats! I checked in online after five o'clock yesterday afternoon, and: "check in after 12 (noon) tomorrow, January 10, be ready to arrive at the courthouse at 1:30, if instructed to do so." So at least I'm not there all the live-long day, but they're just prolonging the agony. I hope hope hope when I check at 12:-01, it'll say, "Go on with your life now, kind citizen, we'll contact you again in five years."
Yesterday we watched little Achilles and Rhys so Kathryn could go to her dentist appointment. She came in for a visit after, and we relaxed a while. Then, Walmart! Camille had some glasses to pick out!
Despite the plethora of fun and amazing toys, Rhys likes this empty water jug. She puts the top on, and takes it off, and carries it around, it's as big as she is.Rhys...
I didn't even get a picture of Miss Cam trying on her new frames, oops! Years ago, these trips to the eye doctor were much more eventful, with five, six, ten kids trying on frames...Molly and Aaron putting on the "old man" glasses, and fake begging for the goggle glasses.