Friday am, Dec. 3rd: Coach and I are at O'Hare preparing to board a plane for Arizona. He's teaching a class. I'm chilling, if the weather report is accurate and the pool is open - then I will be doing said chilling poolside. Dare to dream.
Speaking of dreaming . . . I was asleep with an alarm set for 6 am. Coach's alarm went off around 5:10 am. He nudged me and asked me if that was my alarm. I was asleep. Have I mentioned? I was very out of it. I've been a bit busy. Exhausted doesn't really cover it.
A moment later, he jumped up. OH, WAIT. THAT'S MY BACK UP ALARM FOR A WORK DAY. SORRY.
He turned off his alarm. I got up and peed, then tried to go back to sleep. But I was leaving town, the mind started. Did I tell the kids such and such? Did I pack this? Should I go clean off the dining room table? I'm hosting my college alumnae club Christmas party on Wednesday, thus my above average busy status and my need to get as much done before we head out of town.
I was awake, almost an hour earlier than necessary. One of us stayed up late, organizing stuff. Clearing counters. Making lists. And THEN Curly appeared in the kitchen, AFTER 11 PM. What? She had an essay due today, so I offered to read it over. Have I mentioned, I'm tried?
I'm trying to get over it. If you're going to bother me, best not to do so in a way that interferes with my sleep. You've all been warned. A solid nap on the plane and abundant sunshine promise to lift my dizzy-head feeling. Fingers crossed.
Prior to the late night when I read Curly's essay, she'd been hemming and hawing about this assignment. Her 8th grade class had watched a documentary about the poor treatment of circus elephants. They also read about Frederick Douglas, an escaped slave who lead the abolitionist movement. The assignment was to compare and contrast the treatment of slaves and circus elephants. The teacher would not allow them to use the words 'elephant', 'slave', or 'mistreatment' in the opening sentence. Give me a break.
I told Curly to go with mankind and animals, etc. She was struggling with a few other components. She and I were in the study. Mini was across the hall in the living room, where she does homework. Enter Mini to save the day.
Mini: I DID THIS ASSIGNMENT. I WOULD TALK ABOUT HOW THE ELEPHANTS WERE EVENTUALLY SENT TO A SANCTUARY WHEREAS THE SLAVES WENT ON TO DEAL WITH LIFE IN THE JIM CROWE ERA . . . (she went on and on, spewing her handle on the material).
After she left the study, Curly looked at me, leaned in close and whispered: WAIT, SO WHAT DID SHE SAY?
I died. I cannot remember the last time I laughed so hard for so long. It was priceless. Curly was lost by Mini's intellectual spewing. Mini reiterated her points while I wiped my cry-tears from my face.
Saturday, Dec. 4th, poolside: Update - I DID sleep a bit on the plane despite the fact that my hamstring tendinopathy makes it incredibly painful to sit. It felt like my right buttock was accidentally perched on a sharp object - like a knife.
More importantly, Arizona is amazing. I napped poolside shortly after we landed on Friday. The Embassy Suites, the pool, the weather: perfect. I've been brainstorming Christmas gift ideas while here, as my backup plan might become my legit plan.
By the way, it isn't lost on my that we are fortunate enough to be able to gift travel, even if we don't get actually get to. *sobs softly*. . . I mean, it might be a mistake to bank on Reggie and Curly scoring basketball scholarships, but my fingers are crossed.
Have you been woken by an alarm that wasn't yours and it ticked you off? Are you an early Christmas decorator? Nicole - no need to answer that.