Do you remember when you were in your early twenties . . . maybe in your first apartment. It was Saturday morning, in the fall. The windows are open, because the weather outside is so nice, and the sound of rain seeps in through the curtains that billow ever so slightly overhead. And you can just lay there, quietly, maybe go back to sleep, maybe get a book to read, but just sit there and be still and quiet and enjoy the sound and feel of the air. Even better is when you were in high school, and it was your turn to mow that Saturday and waking up to the sound of rain means that mowing isn’t an option today. At which point, you roll over, burrow down into your covers and head right back to sleep – BECAUSE YOU CAN.
I almost had one of those moments this morning. I woke up, in the wrong bed (I was in Elijah’s room) facing the wrong way – my head was at the foot of the bed, turned the wrong way (facing the wall where the covers from the top bunk come down so I was staring at Dinosaur print) – and I awoke to the pitter patter of for little paws jumping on my back as Elijah, my oldest son, crept into the bed – which then squeaked loudly in protest (which is just something that it does). Radley soon joined the puppy fray, acting as if he was so excited that someone was up and could take him outside. And that’s when I heard it, the soft sound of rain rustling through the trees in the front yard. Yes! Jose would not be able to mow! I would not be stuck inside with the boys all morning while he mowed, and all afternoon as he’d decided to work overtime this evening. My morning was FREE! At which point, I immediately got up to pee, because I’m old and if you don’t hit the bathroom right away, you might pee in your pants – and once in the bathroom, I had to brush my teeth because – it was morning and the funk was too great, at which point I was too awake to go back and lie down to sleep – so I went to get Isaiah out of the bed so that Jose could sleep – since he works 2nd shift it’s only fair to give him a few extra minutes on Saturday. Of course, as soon as I sat down here, the boys immediately went back to the bedroom and crawled back into bed to watch television – creating their own rainy Saturday morning memories – while Jose grumpily got up, shuffled over to Elijah’s room and shut the door. I’m quite certain his blog would be quite different than mine.
