March 11, 2010

I'm afraid my days of sleeping in are over...

I begin work on Monday.  Thinking about getting up at 6am almost makes me hyperventilate.  Matt already gets up that early and I'm still not sure I'll be able to do it.  Luckily he's sweet enough to get my cup off coffee going in the Keurig for me... maybe the aroma will cause me to just float out of bed and drift towards it like Garfield when he smells lasagna.  If I can just get that cup of coffee in my hands I think I'll be okay.  I used to open up at a coffee shop, so why does this seem like it's going to be such a major adjustment?  I used to stand in the middle of the dark cold parking lot scraping snow off of my car while the rest of the world slept so that I could be at work around the time I will now have to just be waking up for work.  I can do this!

I'm afraid between this job and potential future children, I may never sleep past 6 again.

I'm not sure I've ever looked forward to a Thursday night more than this one.  The house was spotless, the laundry was all caught up, the kitchen was beautiful and begging to be used.  I fixed a cozy meal, it was raining outside, but not too cold... I rented a movie from the redbox and we pulled out the twin bed sleeper and curled up.  I don't care if this homebody business makes me old and boring... I was so happy deep down to the core.

A picture of the finished kitchen floor:

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