Our Morning, Thus Far

4:59 a.m. Molly arrives in my room panting. I wonder if she needs to go outside and go to the top of the stairs. She doesn’t follow, but looks at me wild-eyed! I put 2 and 2 together, listen to the wind outside, and conclude THUNDERSTORM on the way. I open the door to Snowman’s attic bedroom, her favorite storm den. She won’t go up until I turn on the light.

Good morning, Snowman!


5:05:03 a.m. The Princess arrives in my bed.

5:50 a.m. Molly rejoins us.

6:09 a.m. Molly rousts us and asks to go back to the attic. As I turn the light on for her again, I hear a suspicious drip. We have a leak by the chimney. It is dripping down behind all the electronic equipment in Snowman’s room. We hurry to move it all, if you can call the slow motion actions of a sleepy teenager "hurrying."

6:49 a.m. As I am about to run out in search of the printer paper needed to finish up Snowman’s homework assignment, I realize I have mislaid my church keys. In a raucous downpour, drive to the earliest opening drugstore, wondering all the way where I may have left them. I conclude they are locked in my office.

6:58 a.m. Kind clerk opens doors two minutes early.

7:03 a.m. Notice garbage trucks on the way home and realize it’s trash day.

7:06 a.m. Paper delivered. Take trash out.

7:08 a.m. I begin searching our kitchen junk drawer, the last place I remember seeing the spare key to my office. I won’t need the outside key, since the nursery school director gets to church first, but I am the only one with a key to my study.

7:10 a.m. Still searching. Among the contents of the junk drawer:

AAA batteries
lots of miscellaneous pieces of paper, especially ATM receipts
numerous index cards torn in half for some odd reason
emergency sewing kit (purchased for those times I chaperone The GirlChoir)
package of straight pins (purchased to hem uniform dress for The GirlChoir)
package of needles (Ditto–sense a theme here? No other sewing in my life?)
charger for cell phone
catnip toy in the shape of a padded gingerbread man
pencils galore
ditto Sharpies

7:13 a.m. Give up for now and feed dogs, then cats.

7:18 a.m. Continue searching drawer.

My childhood vaccination record.
Cute cocktail napkins, somewhat rumpled.
Red plastic spoons left unused after church event
Two unidentifiable keys, possibly from house Pure Luck no longer owns.

7:20 a.m. Eureka! Spare Study Key Found!!!!

7:21 a.m. Horn honks. The Father of My Children has arrived early to pick up Snowman, who is still finishing his poster. Run outside in downpour to explain situation.

7:30 a.m. Give Snowman lunch money and send him off with his dad.

7:31 a.m. The Princess wants to discuss Halloween costume. I just want coffee.

7:45 a.m. CNN anchor wonders if voters are "sick of the Mark Foley story?" I wonder what Republican pollster was clever enough to frame the question this way, putting the idea in people’s minds that perhaps the story is old news.

8:00 a.m. Drive The Princess to school, still discussing costume.

8:15 a.m. Blessed quietness and a cup of coffee. Wonder if there is some way to knit the accessories that will turn a pair of leggings and a black shirt into a cat?

10 thoughts on “Our Morning, Thus Far”

  1. Phew! I am tired just reading it! Glad you found the key.
    Sounds like Molly and Scratch speak the same “gotta go” and/or “help, the big noise is coming” language!

  2. Our cats don’t like thunder either. One of them gets upset with us, as if we’ve caused this disruption in her sleep. She sits on Pillar’s chest and stairs him down. Our boy cat just cuddles closer when he hears thunder.
    I’m glad you found your keys after such a busy morning!

  3. Mommyheimers.
    At least twice I’ve opened my purse at the checkout to pay for my groceries and found NO WALLET in my purse. Both times it was sitting at home on my desk next to the computer where I’d recently bought something online.

  4. Cup of coffee? I would have called in sick and gone back to bed. At least until noon.
    There is a violent thunderstorm going on here right now, and I am thinking about my girl. Amie is terrified of thunder, and pants and paces unless she has access to her favorite storm den, the Scientist’s closet. We always leave the closet door open in case of a storm, and I am sure she’s in there now. Rescue Remedy doesn’t help. Have you found anything that helps Molly during a storm?

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