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Woke up early. Went to Bed late. Not a good combination. Still when the phone rings saying the Homework folder and Nike jacket is missing, well, it’s a fail and freeze or catch more ZZZZ’s. Its hard choice. In reality, with one’s eyes closed. Its easy to imagine a scenario like one in the movies. Chose the former. Fail and Freeze. A hard lesson the absent minded will learn. Then reality sets in and the little bit of sleep is awaken by the voice in your head shouting, “GET UP!!!” As one fumbles around looking for the IPhone wondering how much time since you last answered the call to how much time you took a mental break weighing the option of Lesson learned and trouble for not being a responsible grown up.

As you race out the door, Hair all askew. Wondering am I too ridiculous looking or should I go back and change? With the wrinkled grey Yosemite shirt with the green sweats and orange running shoes be a major fashion faux pas? Am I on the line of “Did You See What He is Wearing?”  Or is the line behind me?

Its freezing outside and no sock look is not fashion statement.  It’s just you are late and those last two minutes of shut eye was bliss, Reality is setting in. “Get him the Homework folder and the jacket before he heads to school” Otherwise I will have to show up to his grade school and will have to face the “Mom’s Club” that will be heading to gym after dropping off the kids. Their nicely coiffed hair and matching fitness gear. I will be on someone’s “YouTube” video with tags, “#whatnottowear , #canyoubelievewhatheiswearing, and #Fashionnonos

Mission accomplished. Package delivered now the journey home. Morning sleep is blown. No chance of getting back to sleep. Adrenalin is already up and you just will have to pay for it at some other critical time of the day. Like a long commute home or heart surgery.

Anyways, when I get back home, the hot water will still not be refilled and the warm, calming bath will have to make way for another day. Looking at the phone. 15:31:30. Fifteen Hours thirty one minutes and thirty seconds until Midnight.

What’s on the agenda? Sleep. Episode of Homeland. High School Football game down the street in winter weather. Couple hours at the gym Laundry maybe. Grocery shopping and some other household chores that are long overdue. No these are important to daily maintaining of the family life.  Vegas run will have to wait.

There is much, much more that I can fill the time with. However, this time is just for this. There are a very few other places I would like to be. There was a time waking up in a Comfort Inn or Holiday Express. Once a month washed Hotel sheets and a wooden chair propped up against the door in case a Psycho hotel  innkeeper had ideas of entertaining thoughts of doing a Norman Bates impersonation.  Waking up to café food or close fast food place and eating something fried. It was nice for a time, but that time is over. Double shifts and late night pool with friend is no longer on the agenda. Worrying about making quota and handling claims is important, just no longer high on the list of daily to-dos.

Right now what is important is being here. Waking up to Waste Management in their green trucks rattling the trash bins. Listening to the kids chase each other around on their way to the bus stop.  It is sound of the morning where everything seems right. Except for that freaking Old Telephone ring programmed to the IPhone after a couple hours of sleep with that horrible message, “Forgot Homework Folder and Nike Jacket, Can you. . . Blah Blah Blah”

Still there is nowhere I would rather be.