Beep, Beep, Beep

Beep=Beep=Beep

I sat straight up in bed, horrified. What was that ungodly sound? Oh, the alarm clock, something that I rarely use. It was 4:15 am.

Shut the &*(^ thing off, got up and made a pot of coffee. Went outside to check on our best view. Awoke Thomas. Three different times.

We were groggy. Our vision was blurred due to the early-morning hours. We made it, though. Each with a patio chair in our hands, we settled in on the front lawn to watch the lunar eclipse.

I really don't make it a habit to parade around in my front yard at 4:30 in the morning in my bathrobe, but that was the only place we could see the moon. We sat there for just a little more than a half hour and watched the sky.

Thomas thought it was beautiful. I was thinking that sleep is beautiful. I kept losing focus, staring at my house. It's not often I'm in the front staring at my house. If I were rich, I'd get a new light fixture and a new front door and screen door. The south window needs a new coat of paint. We desperately need new plantings in the front. Oh, yeah, we're watching the eclipse. Look how much it's moved! It's finally becoming orange.

We need a new lawn. Ours is patchy and weedy. The tree Bob planted is growing nicely and now looks like a miniature tree as opposed to a stick in the ground. I find it amazing that the lights are on in the house but I can't tell. I love my Gila window clings. Love, love, love, love, love. Guaranteed to keep Gladys Kravitz scratching her head, the blaring and glaring sun out of the house, yet still providing a nice light in the home.

Thomas grabs my attention back to the task at hand. We now have a full eclipse. We talk about the eclipse, reminisce about the time we watched the meteor shower at 3:30 am in the back yard and then Thomas finally decides he has had enough and wants to go to bed.

THANK YOU, Thomas.

He is asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. Me? I'm up, might as well check the internet and have another cup of coffee. I figure I'm good for at least another 15 minutes.

I don't enjoy getting up in the middle of the night. When I fall asleep, I prefer to wake naturally. Oh, the things a mother does for her child. I could have been an actress, because I projected a happy and cheerful attitude this morning even though I was groggy, tired and crabby. It does make me happy making my son happy, though.

Well, it's 5:15 and time fore bed.