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Thursday, August 25, 2005
Late meets God forbidden
If you hate using the word God even remotely in a phrase, feel free to exchange it with heaven in the 3rd definition of the OXFORD Concise English dictionary, which does not use it as a synonym of God but conveys just as well what I’m talking about.
One of the big advantages of being self-employed is that you do not need to begin working at 8 AM or even earlier. Which then in turns leads to the fact that you can easily work until 2 AM if you so wish.
As Bear really likes to sleep in, our daily rhythm has shifted, going to bed after midnight is the norm, and the day before today it was once again 2 AM which I hugely regretted because our phone rang then at 7:45 AM which in turn left me with barely 6 hours of sleep. Yeah, once awake, I get up, even if a mountain of tiredness sits on my shoulders, I can’t go back to bed and catch another hour or two of sound and solid sleep, only tossing and turning.
Less than 7 hours of sleep changes me into a living zombie (nice and contradictory, but I’m sure you’re getting it), but somehow I managed to get through the day and even managed to AGAIN have the clock turn 1 AM on me before hitting the horizontal. I knew at the fringe of my consciousness that I was taking somewhat a risk with it, I knew that we’d have a furniture delivery in the morning - confirmed to be anywhere between 7 - 9 AM.
Bear, always positively thinking, insisted that they’ll probably show up at 9 and as it was easy, I gave in to this idea and made the math of 1 AM and 7, so even if they show up at 8, I am just fine. Ha.
Just while I was in one of these really busy dreams, you know, a lot of action and I was all tied up in the activities while trying to keep my head on my shoulders while living this dream - the phone rang! More action! And then, the realization within the dream: “oh, no, the phone IN OUR HOUSE rang!”
I looked at the clock while pulling and pushing myself through masses of sleep and out of bed - “no, this can’t be true! It MUST BE AN EMERGENCY! Something terrible happened, nobody else would call at this time for any other reason! Run, Marlyse, run and wake up, you need to get to the phone before it rings 3x or else it goes to voice mail, run, don’t let them hang, why do we not keep a phone next to the bed as others do, why in the OFFICE, move, move, please don’t let it be something with my father or something bad at the farm, move, move, get the phone”… “hello?”
“Hi, we’re delivering the furniture and will be at your place in 20 minutes”. Oh, eternal punishment. When I had looked at the clock while scrambling to the phone the letters hat shouted at me clear and bright : 6:15 AM - THAT is God forbid.
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As an addon: The 2 guys delivering the furniture had LEFT THE STORE at 3:15 - yes, three fifteen in the morning, right after midnight - and already had driven 3 hours before they had called us!
Comment by marlyse — Thursday, August 25, 2005 #