I went to bed almost right after dinner last night. Another migraine day, I spent a good chunk of the afternoon on the couch holding my head and wishing the pain would go away. Needless to say, I didn't get very much from my To Do list accomplished. Fortunately today's list is rather light so it shouldn't be too hard to get caught up again.
I crawled into a dogless bed (it was still too early for any of the pups to retire for the night--Dad might offer up some treats yet...Not that he ever does, but dogs are full of that eternal optimism.) Thunder and lightening kept me awake for a little while. We were in for a rainy night. It's lonely in bed without any dogs, but there's a lot more stretching out room. Eventually I got up and begged Tucker to come to bed. I still like a little company during a thunderstorm.
Four o'clock came early. Michael came peeking into my room, claiming he heard my phone alarm. Um, not my phone--I hadn't set any alarm. I can wake up all by myself by four-thirty or five, no alarm required. Bill's phone, however, was making that annoying alert tone to let you know the battery is running low. I'm a super anal battery charger--if I get any where close to half a charge left on whatever battery, be it my phone, tablet, or kindle, I've got it plugged in and charging. Bill likes to let his run to completely dead--drives me bonkers! Finally the phone offered up it's "I give up, I'm shutting down now" tone, so I dug out his charger and plugged it in. Most likely he'll end up leaving it here today since he wasn't the one to charge it, he tends to zone out if things aren't right where they're supposed to be, wherever he left it.
Just after five Michael came out to the porch to tell me good morning (again) and ask if he could watch cartoons. Fine. He wanted a Pop Tart. Go get one--I don't believe we have room service here in this house. Then the dogs started fighting over who had whose chewie. Next thing I hear is Michael crying. Tucker had jumped up on him, scratched him by his eye and stepped on his precious special Pokemon card. Really? Why is the Pokemon card even out if it's that special?? I didn't think cartoon watching required special power Pokemon cards. Now the card is dented and Michael wants Tucker kicked out of the house. Yeah, that's not gonna happen. Apparently I hate Michael now. No, I hate Pokemon cards and having to listen to a three year old temper tantrum from my ten year old at five-thirty in the morning. Surely this will turn into a whining fit, begging to go to Target to buy another tin of Pokemon cards after school today. So not gonna happen. Maybe we might learn to keep our Pokemon cards out of harm's way instead. Probably not, but I'm trying to have some of that eternal optimism like the dogs. Is it time for the school bus yet???