my saturday morning
1) oliver wakes me up at 5:00 am because he’s thirsty. give him some water. go back to sleep.
2) wake up at 8:43 am. notice the time and fall back to sleep because, hey, i didn’t plan on getting up until 9!
3) alarm rings at 9, grab laptop, start watching something from my netflix instant queue.
4) oliver needs to “go outside.” let him out, notice a russel stover mint dream sitting on the kitchen table. grab it and head back to bed.
5) eat the mint dream while watching more netflix stuff.
6) start feeling gross and disgusting. it’s 9:45 am. start to formulate a plan about the rest of the day.
7) finally convince self to get up. start stripping my sheets because it’s laundry day. get distracted by a taio cruz song and start to bed dance instead.
8) realize i’ve been jamming and jumping on the bed for 20 minutes.
9) finish wrangling the sheets off of the bed and switch over to listening to this american life podcast.
10) ask oliver if he wants to walk with me to the coffee shop. of course he does. and the day begins!
