This morning my mom called at 7:35am. She said, “Don’t forget to call your grandma for her birthday…” because you know, I’m really just an over-sized, independent two-year-old incapable of keeping a calendar.
Then she said, “Did I wake you up?”
And I said, “Yes. But I should have gotten out of bed 20 minutes ago anyway.”
And she said, “ ‘Tis the season.”
... Apparently to not find a good reason to get out of bed in the morning.
I did something else today that -- I think -- in a year and a half, I have done exactly one other time. I canceled my training session with TR. I feel bad. But, I’m tired. And I have a headache. And I know that if I workout I will feel better. But, I do not care. I just want to go home. And pick up that stupid, creepy doll from that crazy doll woman who keeps closing her store early. Cause apparently dolls are in such mad demand that she can open her store for approximately 45 minutes, three days a week and still turn a profit.