Don't kids know Fridays are for sleeping in? Gawwww.

Why is it that Lil E always wakes up early dark in the a.m. after a night of cranking through deadlines and getting to bed after 3? It's like kids have some kind of sleep deprivation Lo-Jack that hones in on the worst possible morning to wake up with a soaked Pull-Up (are those officially called Full-Ups?) or in the mood for the 812th viewing of Cars, this time pre-dawn.

He's going to ride out the day in soulful, relaxed contemplation on the couch with my mom, who has become skilled at flipping from cable channel to cable channel to hit as many Sesame Streets and Fireman Sams as possible in one sitting. He may just rouse himself enough to stick his hands in non-toxic paint for a little lazy art or dig through the snack mix to pull out all the "ooh, spiceeeee!" pretzels. Maybe stretch out on the living room floor to reenact his favorite Lightning McQueen moments I refused to allow him to watch at 6:30 this morning (it's like the Depression around here with all these restrictions, isn't it?).

Really, Fridays should be like that and I'm grateful his grandma is happy to spend the day soothing his overtired whining jags and coming up with calm activities to hold his attention and redirect his need to (you got it)to watch Cars after lunch.

I'm spending Friday running errands that seem to be way too many blocks apart (but not really, I'm just spoiled by keeping most of my business in a ten block Starbucks-bank-Jewel-playgroup-back to Starbucks radius) and finishing up the deadlines that somehow didn't get met at 3:15 this morning.

I did take some time with a full four-gallon coffee cup to read the paper and catch up on a little news from the world outside the futon where I camp out to write. What I found made me forget (just for a bit) how exfreakinghausted I am, how much work I have left to do and how close to hitting play on Cars I really was.

While you're winding down your week, take a moment with me:

This made me throw up a little in my mouth.

But this sidebar made me laugh. Crazy ass foodies.

This made me sad, angry and hopeful. I want to hold on to hopeful as I remember how trying recovery from a traumatic brain injury can be. Then it made me say a prayer and take note to look into whether the presidential candidates have responded to Bob Woodruff and veteran health issues.

This brought me back to what's real news: Celeb eff-ups and their lame ass "punishments." I am pretty sure checking out dead people will return LiLo to the sessy, talented role-model to grrrls everywhere. Ahem.

Comments

[zoe]

i feel your pain. cade has never. never. not even once. slept past 6 am. he comes in every morning and says " me up now can i watch a movie?" right now that movie would be the horror that is the power rangers. ugg.