I jumped up one morning, the clock said it was well after 8am. What?!?!?!
“Fire, fire, fire!!!”
I started hustling the girls out of bed, getting dressed and trying to find a granola bar and a juice box for breakfast because they were soooooooooo late for school!
I was fit to be tied, not to mention late for work myself.
To my surprise, the girls were up and at ‘em in record time. (See my shocked face . . . . *shock* . . . .!)
My Mountain Man, from his horizontal position in bed, relaxed, and somewhat coma-ish says, “It’s Sunday . . . “, rolls over and goes back to sleep.
I wanted to argue.
But I couldn’t.
He was right.
What a waste of adrenaline.
I am still reminded of this separation from reality on a regular basis from my family. They are still laughing. I’m sure I will, too.
Have you ever completely departed from the real world? Excluding the 1960s and 70s.
Some Days are Diamonds,