I woke up at the usual pre-dawn hour. I looked at the clock then let my eyes slam back shut. I woke back up around seven and went into a panic. I sprung from my bed and stumbled as fast as I could over to Gabby’s room.
Gabby: (Barely lifting her head) :”Huhhh?”
Me: “Do you have school today?!!”
Gabby: “Sigh . . . ugh . . . Nooooooo . . . ”
Me: “Oh, ok. Sorry.”
Gabby: ” ‘tsokay.” (her head lands back on her pillow)
She has been on spring break and I didn’t remember if she had to go back on Monday or not. I made my way back to my room and fell back into my bed. I still had about an hour to lay there before I had to get back out and face the trauma of Monday morning.
I eventually got back out of my bed, gathered some clothes and headed for the shower. As I was sitting in there still half asleep waiting for the water in the shower to warm up and cursing the day it suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks; I had no memory of Easter Sunday. I suddenly became very awake and realized that it was not Monday but Sunday.
Is that not the biggest dumb-assed moment of all time? That is stupid deluxe. I was getting ready for work on what I thought was Monday when it was Easter Sunday. I paused and thought “Wait. Wait just a damned minute . . . today is Sunday.” I went back to bed. Go ahead and laugh. I am.
We had a great time. A much better time than we had in