I am sucking down a venti Starbucks Mocha and wondering why I didn’t stick to my first reaction when OC announced he was going to be in town for about 16 hours on his way to Hawaii — I told him I hoped he’d like the plastic chairs at the airport. Of course, I didn’t mean it, but for a few moments this morning I wondered if I should have. Then I realized my mistake wasn’t in picking OC up yesterday afternoon, it was in taking him back to the airport this morning.
Now, at 6:10 a.m., having been awake for three hours (after sleeping only 4) and having driven to the airport and back already this morning, all I want is to curl up in my nice warm bed and go to sleep. Isn’t going to happen. In about 30 minutes I have to go to work — plus it’s day ten of the instruction cycle and a Tuesday — so I have a hectic day ahead. Today I teach teachers, teach students and tutor afterschool. I am also supposed to go to my weight-loss class tonight, but that is going to depend on how I feel about driving at the end of this work day. I might just roll home to bed.
Update: 6:40 a.m.
For those of you bouncing back and forth between the comments on OC’s blog and mine, he just phoned me from the airport. He was on the plane, and said they’d ask him to hang up the phone any second, but he just wanted to let me know he is house broken, he just doesn’t know his way around my house yet. I assured him I’d introduce him to the sink and the garbage can when he comes back this way. Pft.