Shoulda, Gotta.....Notta

Brrrrg, Brrrrg, Brrrg constantly going off in my ear. Another sleepless night with no where enough sleep to get me out of bed to start off the morning. But it falls under gotta. Reluctantly I reach over and slam the alarm off. If my alarm was suddenly blessed with the ability to speak, I imagine I'd have more than ringing to hear. Off to Aaron's room who no more wants to slide out from his warm bed than I did mine. ( another gotta). I shoulda set the coffee pot last night to autobrew but who has the energy at bedtime. Something I've really got to work on. I bet I could make that chore fall under Brian's honey do list. Hmn note to self!

Mom-Aaron wake up honey, it's time to get ready for school
Aaron-no response
Mom- get up and get ready for school
Aaron(grumbling)-five more minutes

Ah to be a kid again begging for five more minutes. Flashback to beating on the alarm begging for a nine minute snooze. So off I go to give my son his much needed five more minutes to let out the dogs. Ok imagine with me if you will. We have two dogs Bishop and Boudin. Now Bishop other than he loves to argue with you all the day; when it's time to go outside for the first morning pee. He is beating a path down the hall way. No proscrasinating on his part. Boudin is another day. Picture a miniature dasuachand that is 10 pounds overweight and in no hurry to get it all going in one direction. Bad enough I don't want to be out of bed, Aaron has begged off for five more minutes. Now I have a dog who can barely get off the bed, not hurry to do so (it's cold outside). But he has to take 5 minutes to stretch not only his legs in every direction, but his body as well. If I said it once, I've said it 100 times that Boudin should be a circus dog with all the ways he can twist and turn himself. But finally he waddles on down the hallway to the back door. Of course I get that "Are you kidding me look" as the wind hits him, but out he goes anyway.

Back to Aaron because by now I'm fully awake, his five minutes are gone and I fully intend in letting him know. Out of bed he pops with his every day cheerful "Good morning mom" as if no memory of our previous converations. Rush, rush, rush cause the bus is coming, dogs need to be fed and let's not forget Aaron's very animated ritual of brushing his teeth and pouring on his bo-boo juice. (Cologne) Says the ladies love it.

Finally out the door and off to the bus. Bye, have a good day and see you after school; back home again. Grab that cup of coffee, turn on the news and settle down into my favorite cushion on the couch for my morning rituals.

Brrrg, brrrg, brrrg. Telephone. Brian with his lists of honey don't forget to do's. So much for working on my hiney spreading technique today for another day has started at the Cartwright house.