This Graveyard Shift thing means that I try to spend from 7:30 AM to 2:30 PM sleeping. Meanwhile, life continues as usual.
Summer sunlight streams through the windows. Brightly!
Lawns get mowed with LOUD, sputtering mowers.
Cars come and go and come and go. Go. GO!
Phones ring! RRiiiiiinnngggg!! Hello...Yes, but she's sleeping....No, I don't think she wants to wake-up right now....OK, I'll ask her. Mom....mom....mom...um, Uhh, do you want to talk to the...Who is this again?...Red Cross? To the Red Crossss... Bleary evil eye! Ummm, she'll have to call you later.
Teenagers eat three, no four! Well, you had three too... I didn't get one, I'm telling Mom! Bagels.
Door bells ring.
Electric guitars are practiced, amplifier on. Kashmir is the current craze. Please Rock and Roll God's let this Led Zeppelin revival end.
Elmo costumes are tried on dogs. Three laughing boys are sure Mom will want to wake up for this. One embarrassed, growling, dog insists Mom wakes up for this. Ok, it was almost worth it. Just wish I'd gotten a picture.
Weeds grow!
Laundry molders!
And sleepy or not I'm there for it.
Kinda!
5 comments:
That shift has to be the worst. When I worked swing, landscaping days were absolutely miserable.
I seriously could never do it. You are amazing!
You are amazing... and, I love that you always keep your sense of humor!!!
Mrs. NB
That was funny! You really are amazing. GO YOU!
Loving this post!
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