Truthfully.. I have no idea what I am feeling most days. I wake up to a pit in my stomach. It has nothing to do with my situation. It has to do with the fact that I hate mornings. For real. I hate. morning. Always have.
I can remember being in grammar school- 1st or second grade.. My sister would pop out of bed and be on her way. . me--- mmmmmm----- huuuuuhhh.....(that's my stretch) ugh... really? is it time to get dressed for 2nd grade already? uggghhh. ok..... i'm up. i'm up im up...... dragging myself to the closet to find my little cross tie that goes over my button down uniform top. i don't feel like it.
Fast forward---- H's picnic!!! THE event of the summer, EVERY summer! Everyone in town was invited! It was an insane gathering of anyone and everyone in our town... it. was. on!
Dad was up earlier than usual. He was hookin up our bbq to his truck-- strappin in down secure so that it wouldn't bounce around on the 3 minute trip to the Hatton's farm. "Can I come Dad!?" (me at 6 or 7)
Yeah, c'mon, let's go.
So I bounce into the van- no car seat/ booster, belt... none of that nonsense-- hop right onto that home-made dash board made of press board and three cut-out circles for coffee/beer and an ashtray.
Get to the H's ... dew still sitting on the majority of the property. Dad is super popular with all the guys there. And I know it. And I want them all to know that I'm his go-to - girl. whatever ya need dad!
So great.
There was this one year- I couldn't tell you what year- but my parent's friends had the vhs of Rocky III. After the picnic, my parents dropped me and my sister's off at thier house. I don't remember if my parents went back to the picnic, or were just hanging out in their yard or something. But back to Rocky-- I hadn't seen it yet, and was DYING to! I hunkered down and was so psyched to see it!.... and then I fell asleep. Typical of me. Always tired. I've always needed my sleep. Even when it meant missing Rocky III. Late nights, early mornings- neither agree with me.
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