I'm getting a little bit of a late start on today's blog. It's been one of those days. It started out like every other morning. "Michael, hit the button" or "Babe, hit the botton" which translates to "Crap... it's early, I'm tired, hit the snooze I need my 9 more min." We got up at 7:10 and I got Eden's clothes together, "Here Eden, put this on." Then I proceed to get myself ready, which basically means digging through numerous baskets to throw together a pair of pants and a decent top. I then head to the bathroom to fix my hair and apply what passes for my makeup. Simply put, foundation, eyeshadow, and mascarea. I come out of the bathroom, dressed and ready to go then proceed to have the morning fight with Eden about where her shoes are. I call it the morning fight because, well, we fight about it every morning. Every morning it is an all out search from her bedroom at the end of the hallway to the living room all the way at the front of the house, to the basement and back again until the case of the mysterious disappearing shoes is solved and we can finally get her shoes on. I know that this picture has nothing to do with school, or shoes for that matter, but it's one of my favorites of her. Wow, that was a side trip, getting back to the story, we go over the spelling words because the "practice test" is tomorrow and then I tell her to pack up her backpack and lets go. Here's where things get a little strange. I haven't made it out of this house before 8:10 in the last three months, we're constantly running late, (I drive Eden to school) however, this morning, we are in the car, that had to be started before hand because it was frigid this morning, and the clock in the car is just turning over to 8:00 a.m. WTF? I think to myself. So I drop Eden off and tell her to have a good day and head to work. I stop at the Hardees for breakfast and actually make it to work early for the first time in at least a month. (Mickey, if you're reading this, I'm sorry, I really am trying to do better.) The day starts like every other, I eat my cinnamon raisin biscuit and check my email, and fire up the calendar so that I will know what is coming my way for the day.
So I'm working my way through the duties of a legal secretary and I think to myself, man it seems like the day is going so fast, so I look up and check the wall clock only to find that it is merely 10:20 a.m. when I was thinking to myself, it must be at least 11:30. So imagine my surprise to find it so early still. At this point I call my best friend and here is our conversation.
Billie: Hey Girl!!!
Linn: Is it really only 10:20 (normally my answer would be "Hey girl! How's it goin'?!?
Billie: (laughs a little) Yeah. Why you askin' me that?
Linn: I'm just feel like someone is playing an aweful joke on me. It can't really be this early still can it?
Billie: It really is just 10:20 but I know what you're saying. It's been a crazy slow morning.
Linn: OK. My phone is ringing so I'll let you go. I just thought I'd make sure I haven't lost my mind.
Now, I know she's too nice to say so but I'm pretty sure she thinks I'm about half nuts at this point. I'm telling you, today almost seems like an out of body experience where I kinda hovered above myself watching the days activities. Not to mention it was a busy calendar day with several snags to be ironed out.
Doesn't she look like she's so much fun? That's cuz she is!
With all of this said, now I can get to the title of my blog. I have become obsessed with checking to see if I have comments on my blog. I find myself checking it all of the time. At the last check Louise still hasn't commented on last nights blog. Why is this a big deal? It's not. I just know that she hasn't because, I just keep checking it. It's like the early days of being on MySpace when I had to check as soon as I walked in from work (I didn't have access to a computer at the job I was working when I joined MySpace) and before I left to go to work, and when I got up in the morning and before bed at night. At this point I have discovered, as if I didn't know it before, that I have a slight case of OCD and possibly AADD. (Adult Attention Deficit Disorder) Or is it just that I really love blogging and I want to know that someone cares what I have to say?
Side note to Louise, I am well aware that you are a very busy mom and want you to know that I do not expect you to post a comment on every blog I post. It's just been one of those days. I really can't wait for everyone to get here so that we can spend some face to face time together.