Taking a class on a Tuesday night is not a good idea.
The photography class I’m taking is from 6p-8p, which means busting out of work, making a bee-line to pick Beth up, getting to class, listening to my stomach growl starting at 7, and whispering to said partner in crime “I’m famished”. Dinner after class to rehash what we’ve learned that night and talk about plans for practicing new said skills. Home around 10/10:30 for a shower, a little computing and sleep around 11:30.
Bad, bad, BAD idea.
It’s a bad idea because it impacts my schedule for the rest of the week, trying to jam friends in here and there and sideways, and it’s a horrible idea because there’s no way I’ll catch up on sleep between Tuesday and Saturday. It’s a wretched idea because I’m a 9pm bedtime kinda girl.
That had less to do with the point of my story and more to do with me being SO FREAKING TIRED for the last four weeks and being frustrated that so many other parts of my life are suffering because of it. OTOH, I love the class, get to spend time with B and am distracted enough/have no energy to devote to worrying about selling The Big House.
So last night after Greek yum yums with B & her oily bohunk, a drive home in crooked rain and a quick scalding shower, I fell into bed. No puter, no reading, no knitting. Grayson hopped in when he saw me spoon The Supremely Unconscious Mc, promptly inserting himself between us.
Everything else went as it normally does - Little Dude started “making biscuits” on my neck at 4am, so I flopped my legs over the side of the bed, scooped him up, walked to the hall, put him down next to his sister and closed the door…sleepwalking back to bed.
At 6:30 (late) I woke up to more of his kneading and clanging of The Mc unpacking the dishwasher. My coffee hadn’t been delivered so I stumbled downstairs to a somewhat amusing “Hi, I’m The Mc…have we met?” theatrical performance. When that was over I asked “why are both bedroom doors open?”
We have French doors on the bedroom, the right side of which is usually closed and held in place by a D shaped sliding lock at the top of the door. When I got up, they were both open.
“The cats broke in” he says. “I heard Amber doing her usual scratching, and the next thing I knew both doors were open and Grayson was on my head. You don’t remember that?”
Nope.
That Amber…she’s a beast. And this? Possibly the crappiest story of all time.
30 Jan 08
11:58 am
That’s like my Harley busting in on my private potty time. what the heck??
yeah I know…IQ dropped again.
*leaves*
30 Jan 08
1:47 pm
No, not the crappiest story of all time.
I too have a couple of felines who don’t sleep at night and do everything in their power to keep me awake with them. Aside from the obvious biscuit making and incessant door scratching, they have also learned to nudge books off of my night stand to rouse me. One will stand on the toilet and meow as loud as possible, as if saying “If you don’t get up and give me fresh water, I’ll be forced to drink this toilet water, and you’ve got chlorine tabs in here, so you know what that will do…” They’ve recently learned to turn on the lamp on my night stand…I guess that this is my fault for purchasing a touch sensitive reading lamp.
At least they’ve moved on since the wee-kitten days when one would stand on my chest and nudge my head back and the other would bite my toes.
But I love them…
30 Jan 08
1:57 pm
We also have French doors on our master and our cats do the same thing.
Tiredness is a small price to pay for better photos with your D80. My D80 is officially jealous.
30 Jan 08
6:54 pm
This is a *good* story. I was terrified your house had been broken into by Bad People while you were at your photography class.
30 Jan 08
11:44 pm
Not a crappy story. I don’t have any inside cats so I love stories about them. Love the ‘biscuits’ stuff…. you crack me up!!
31 Jan 08
3:08 am
agreed, in retrospect it is a crappy story. but for some strange reason i kept reading and ended up enjoying it. kinda like life. its a crappy story that you cant seem to avert your eyes from…and in the end i hope i end up liking it too. dont ever stop writing crappy stories.
31 Jan 08
10:14 am
Gillie - Excellent tip on the touch lamp…hadn’t even thought of that.
Seth - With that new little dude in the house, ya should be rockin’ the D80 more than ever…no? And you’re right, it’s a small price to pay.
tt - you can thank my sister for the “biscuits” thing, I stole it from her.
hollyjo - thanks. I think?