The alarm got pissed at me this morning. I think he may quit. Or sue. Wait, we're in Italy... he'll probably go on strike.
"Get Up!" it said. "No" I replied. I turned my back and snuggled in with the punks. My circulation is nil. I have cold limbs, frozen fingers and toes. My blood is just not in a big hurry. It'll get there when it gets there. The punks are like two furnaces. So I don't complain when they want to climb into bed with me. Especially since my usual furnace was in Amsterdam last night. The sheets finally get thawed out and I sleep REALLY well.
"Get UP!" the alarm shouts despondently.
"No" I reply. Then, blinking my eyes open, "Is that the church bell?"
The alarm walks off in disgust mumbling something about not getting any respect.
OK. We're late. Do I flip and make my kids miserable for my laziness or do I just accept it? I decide to take it slow. Clothes, breakfast, shoes. And then slush. And snow. Kids walk R E A L L Y
S L O W L Y when there's slush and snow on the ground. I'm glad I'm not in a hurry. I keep telling myself that.
We arrive at the Elementary school and make our grand entrance.
Oh. School's Closed. Well I guess that's good. I'm glad I didn't rush to get here. Wait, now I can't go into work. Now I'm really not in a hurry.
We head back toward the center with the objective of Punkette's medical appointment. Good gracious these kids are snails today. Wait, I'm not in a hurry.
First on my list is to dump some of my baggage. And get an umbrella. And call a cab. I can't take this pace.
Medical center appointment done. Now that I know where the medical center is I realize that we are not very far from home and since we're not in a hurry, I decide that we'll walk. We stumble into the Thursday Market on the way. Cool! I forgot all about that. I can pick up some hot lunch. Especially since Punkette's school said she can't come for lunch since I forgot to call and let them know. Work is totally sacked for the day.
So we're all home. Warming up. Relaxing. And not going anywhere in particular.
Life in Italy is exciting, isn't it?
A nice day in is always a good thing. :)ReplyDelete
I loooooooooove days like that. Once you get over the "rush, rush" thing and just let it go.... ahhhhh.ReplyDelete
Even though you might be a mama camel, I think it is pretty awesome to not have a car involved in the routine.
Hmm. Someday you must come to India ! We'll introduce you to placidity !ReplyDelete
Make some of that loverly hot chocolate, pop in a movie, and snuggle back up with those punks and enjoy it!ReplyDelete
Enforced laid-back-ness (that's right!) is difficult. As an American, I find it almost impossible to do, but it gives me something to work toward. :-)ReplyDelete
I am seriously loving your alarm clock. He has such attitude. He would possibly run off with Ms Liza Bean Bitey of the Minneapolis Biteys...you know her, right? See Pearl...ReplyDelete