I’m back home with my husband, my son (although he’s at work and I haven’t officially seen him yet), my dog, my perfect lime green kitchen and my sleepy little town with friendly folks and no traffic. There’s no place like home .. unless it’s mom and dad’s house! It’s always so hard leaving. Once the appointed departure time arrives, I try to make it happen as quickly as possible. I had my clock set for 4:30 a.m. but I turned over at 3:15 a.m. and saw a light on. My dad has a habit of waking up during the middle of the night and getting on the computer. I turned over, thought about whether I wanted to sleep for another hour or get up. Decided to sleep for another hour. Almost dozed off and then decided . . heck . . get up and get on the road. I was up, loaded and ready to hit the road by 4:15 a.m. Rolled into my driveway at 4:10 p.m. That’s stopping twice for gas, once for a Braum’s cherry milk shake and once for a chicken wrap at McDonald’s.
Want to know why my dad wakes up at 3 a.m.?
At 4 p.m. when dad was supposed to be checking on his ebay stuff, he fell asleep in the chair! Yep, he’s sound asleep . . mouth open and all! Then he went to bed at 8:30 p.m. so . . no wonder he was awake at 3 a.m., right? I think people should stay awake til time to go to sleep! Don’t doze in the chair. Of course, now that I’ve said that, I’d better never ever take a nap with them around. I gave dad a digital camera and he now knows how to use it.
And mom . .
Does this look like Queen Bee? She got the grand idea to make Kristy’s husband an LSU quilt for Christmas. Here’s she is . . contributing her part — moral support. In the bed where I’m sleeping no less . . with her grimey little feet right there where I put my head! No wonder I broke out in a rash last night and almost had to go to the hospital.
I’m just kidding (not really) but I don’t mind if mom puts her feet on my pillow or if dad sleeps all day and then wakes up at 3 a.m. and makes noise. I’m sure it’s payback time for all the awful things I did as a kid. Anything you want to do is just fine . . just don’t buy me that lamb!