Denise Day Spencer

September 19, 2009

Why I don’t sleep late on Saturdays

Filed under: Home Front — denisedayspencer @ 3:43 pm

Ah, Saturday. The day when people set the alarm later or turn it off altogether. The day when they pull the covers over their heads and snuggle in for a few more minutes…or hours, as the case may be.

I, however, am a morning person. And Saturday is my day to catch up on all the housework I’ve neglected through the week, plus hopefully save a couple of hours to do something fun. I always say I’m going to get up almost as early on Saturday as I do the rest of the week. If I sleep too late then I lose the entire morning and the rest of the day seems to evaporate in small increments. If I’m not careful, I’ll be mopping the floors at 10:00 p.m., and that’s not the something fun I had in mind.

The problem for me isn’t getting up early on Saturday. It’s going to bed early enough on Friday night to rise and shine the next day. Last night I fell for the old it’s-Friday-night-and-I-want-to-watch-a-movie routine. It wasn’t even the movie that messed with my schedule; it was the falling asleep in the recliner after the movie that did me in. I woke with a start an hour later and still had to walk Maisie and take my shower. The thought of getting up early to exercise and dive into housework seemed intolerable. So I reset the alarm.

Two problems. Michael was gone overnight and Maisie wasn’t on board with my plan. She pounded on the door of her crate at 7:00 a.m. demanding to walk. Afterward, I opted to leave her in the house. It was still early enough that I didn’t want her on the back porch possibly barking and waking the neighbors. A third problem: Our bedroom doorknob is broken so I couldn’t keep Maisie out unless I barricaded the door from the inside, which I didn’t want to do. I will now attempt to list the events that transpired after I crawled back in the bed, but I can’t promise to remember them all.

Maisie licked my face several times.

She burrowed under the covers and licked my feet.

She dragged everything out of her crate and piled her blankies on the bed so she could un-bury the rawhide stick she’d hidden in there last night.

She buried the rawhide stick underneath me.

She then decided to uncover the rawhide stick buried underneath me.

Enter Tabby the 17-year-old cat. Maisie and Tabby fought vigorously — not once but twice — on my head.

But the best part was when the phone rang. It was a frail-sounding elderly lady, obviously not wanting me or anyone who lives at my house. I asked who she was calling and she replied sadly, “I’m trying to find my friend Pauline who’s been missing for such a long time. Do you know Pauline?” I successfully convinced her that I was not Pauline, that I didn’t know Pauline, and that she had dialed the wrong number.

And so I lay in bed in a horizontal position late this morning, but I did not sleep late. I suppose it’s fair to say I rested, and maybe that counts for something. But I still felt as if I’d wasted the whole morning. I need to take a vow that I will not watch any more Friday night flicks unless they start at 6:00 and end by 8:00. I must promise myself that I will go to bed early on Fridays, no matter what. Yep, that sounds like a plan.

I’m glad that’s settled. Now I just hope Pauline turns up.

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4 Comments »

  1. Nice! This is really artfully done. What a lovely little read. Thanks for it.

    Comment by John Shore — September 29, 2009 @ 7:43 pm | Reply

  2. Thanks Denise! I was in one of those I need a dog moods. Now I’m not. Mark will thank you too. (Bet you didn’t know I was watching)

    Comment by Judy P — December 7, 2009 @ 7:18 pm | Reply

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