When I thought ahead
the week before school started about getting the Princess Nagger ‘adjusted’ to getting up at the crack of dawn early for school, I forgot about me needing that adjustment period, too. I got spoiled not having to be rudely awakened by the obnoxious alarm Every. Single. Day. My alarm clock only had to be rude once a week when hubby’s schedule warranted the need to get up at the ungodly hour of 5:30 a.m. Getting up at 7:00 a.m. on the other days was ‘sleeping in’ for me these past 6 years after exiting the Corporate World for Mommyhood.
Princess Nagger isn’t a morning person… hubby isn’t a morning person… I am. But that’s kind of changed over the last 6 years. Hubby’s sporadic schedule made my schedule sporadic, too. He turned me into a night-owl which isn’t conducive to early morning awakenings. Princess Nagger starting school last year didn’t change that – after all, she was ‘assigned’ the afternoon class, so our night-owl habits didn’t have to be modified.
This year all that has changed.
Princess Nagger has been great about getting up at 6:30 to have time to get dressed, have breakfast, and brush her teeth and hair before going outside to wait for the bus. In order for me to make sure I have my first cup of coffee before being ensconced in her hour-long morning routine (read: nag her to get dressed, eat breakfast, brush her teeth and hair to make it out to wait for the bus on time), I’m having to get up at 5:30 a.m. Every day. That way I can make sure I’m dressed, have coffee and brush my teeth and hair before going outside to wait for the bus with her.
Don’t get me wrong – I’m actually embracing the opportunity to get back into my ‘morning person’ persona – I tend to get so much more done when I get to start the day early instead of ‘late’. It’s just that I haven’t adjusted the part about getting to bed
early before midnight at a reasonable hour in order to not be dog-tired the next day. All Day. Hopefully my whacked-out internal clock will get adjusted soon so I’m not suffering FBS (Foggy Brain Syndrome) on a daily basis.
Of course my internal clock will only adjust if I help it by getting to bed earlier than
1:00 or 2:00 a.m. midnight. Better get my brain reprogrammed for that. Soon.
Rolex (the puppy) is thisclose to being completely housebroken. His ‘accidents’ during the day are getting less and less…which is a good thing, since he hates being in the crate for any reason or for any length of time. He’s the exact opposite of how Travis was – Travis looked forward to some ‘rest’ time in the crate, that was when he ate and drank his fill, and got in a nap. Rolex protests the minute you put him in the crate – no matter how hungry he is, he just wants out.
I think Travis has been pivotal on helping Rolex figure out that doing his business outside is the way to go – he accompanies Rolex on every outing, and stands with this wise, all-knowing look as he waits for him to do his business. Funny thing is, Travis is only 7 months older than Rolex, but acts wise beyond his years. Except when he decides any unusual noise needs to be barked at. Then he’s just annoying.
Mother Nature is still delving out hot and humid weather to us – the thunderstorms we were supposed to get last weekend to bring in some cooler air got redirected elsewhere – the one day we did get a few storms and high winds roll through were promptly followed by extra humidity. We’re supposed to get some good thunderstorms through here today – wonder if I need to do some sort of rain dance to make sure that happens?
Mother Nature has been mocking us. I’m trying to figure out how to mock her back.
I got some beauty marks checked out at the dermatologists office this week per the orders of my doctor. Of the several my doctor was concerned about, the dermatologist was only concerned about 2. One on the underneath part of my right boob, the other one between my toes. She decided to do a ‘scraping’ to test for melanoma, so she had the nurse in the room with her whip out a ginormous needle and numbed each area with Novocaine. The numbing of my boob was no big deal, but holy moly when she stuck that needle between my toes I just about screamed like a girl. I didn’t, but I wanted to.
I did actually say ‘Holy Moly!’ out loud while my brain was saying other stuff. I thought it interesting they call the procedure ‘scraping’ – you picture a scrape like a scraped knee…but no, you’re talking a small chunk of skin gone where the beauty mark once was. Wouldn’t that be sort of considered removal of the beauty mark? Those two are gone, with a nice chunk of flesh gone with them, so that’s what I’m going with. She’ll call me either way with the results, so I’ll keep you posted. Currently I’m in the ‘hurry up and wait’ mode since she said the results could take up to 2 weeks.
Is it just me, or does the Target target have some sort of mystical powers of persuasion or hypnosis that tends to make one spend more time in more aisles than any other store? Case in point: Princess Nagger and I stopped by there on Tuesday so we could, at the last minute, buy the required ‘pencil box’ her teacher told us she needed for the first day of school just 5 days prior at the orientation.
I figured maybe Target would be the place to go, since Wal*Mart is such a pain to maneuver during those kinds of last-minute rush visits. I was wrong. No pencil boxes left in stock – which I sort of expected since the mad-dash for school supplies started way back in July when they first put their stock out.
Instead, I walked out with $100 in purchases in 3 bags that didn’t include a pencil box.
I sadly have no update for Fitness Friday this week – with my FBS and the slice-and-dice at the dermatologists office and getting used to a new schedule, I sort of just blew it off for this week. I didn’t even give the WiiFit the time of day. So I’m sure my little WiiFit dude is going to have a few words for me next week – but since next week is a full week of school for the Princess Nagger, I’ll have the opportunity to focus more…and most likely be awake.
Princess Nagger Conversation of the Week:
Princess Nagger: “I think I saw a Ring-Necked Dove on the patio!”
Me: “Really? Cool!”
PN: “Yes, I think he was admiring the bird house I made. Maybe he’ll move in.”
Me: “Maybe – we’ll have to be patient, I’m sure they’re still getting used to it hanging out there.”
PN: “But it’s been out there for days! You think someone would have moved in by now!”
Me: “I saw a Red Cardinal on the patio earlier today when you were at school – maybe one of those will decide to move in.”
PN: “That would be great! I love the color red, too, even though it doesn’t match purple, it’d be OK if a Red Cardinal moved in. Why haven’t any birds moved in yet?”
Me: “I’m sure they’re a little nervous about seeing the dogs running around. Don’t worry, a bird will move in when you least expect it.”
PN: “Like maybe tomorrow?”
Me: “You need a little more patience…”
PN (with a mischievous grin): “I’m not a doctor!”
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