Yesterday morning started off normally - while Mike was getting ready, I took the puppies out, fixed his coffee and lunch, and went back to bed like I do every morning. A few minutes after that Mike got back in bed and told me that he was going to stay home because he was still feeling bad, so I got up and turned off my alarm. When my alarm went off at 5:10, I realized that I'd turned his alarm off instead of mine, got up to turn my alarm off and his back on, then went back to bed, thinking everything was okay. Today when Mike got up with the alarm this morning I heard "What the fuck? Why did you set my alarm for 5:10?" Apparently, when I turned his alarm back on yesterday, I set it on radio instead of the buzzer, and since we never use the radio setting on the alarm clock, the volume was all the way down. Not the best way for any morning to start for Mike, but since it's a Thursday, that makes it even worse. Sorry, honey!
December 2005 Archives
This has been a busy week. A had his strings class recital, we had dinner with my brother, sister, and parents to celebrate my birthday, we had dinner with B and S (again for my birthday), and we've watched almost the entire third season of Columbo.
We had a great weekend with the kids, but even though we got an extra night with them (their mom picked them up this morning), it just seemed like the time went by too fast. H went to the doctor for strep at the beginning of the week, but luckily no one else in the family caught it, and she was feeling fine when we picked the kids up Friday. We spent most of the weekend watching the second season of "Third Rock From the Sun," and when we weren't doing that, everyone just did their own thing. Z and N are both addicted to WOW, so they spent every minute possible on there, H did her usual variety of activities, and A spent most of his time either sleeping or playing the guitar. Z and I finally got to make the pumpkin pies we've been trying to get to for the past two weekends, and H and I made brownies after the pies came out of the oven. At first she wanted to help with the pies too, but while we were making the brownies she informed me that they were more fun to make than pumpkin pies, so she was glad she was helping with them instead. Hilarious.
I never like coming back to work on Mondays, but it's especially hard when it was a great weekend. We went out with some friends Friday night, and on Saturday we got Z and N. I made us all breakfast* on Sunday as a change from the usual milk 'n cereal, then we spent the rest of the day hanging out at home until it was time to take the boys back to their mom's. It was a perfect mix - we weren't too busy, but we still got to see some people and get some things done, so we weren't completely hermits either.
* Yes, we had eggs, but they weren't green, and it was sausage, not ham, but it was still a good breakfast.
