The Man Upstairs Plays a Cruel April Fool's Joke
As I pulled myself up and out of bed, I glanced at the clock and then it hit me..he got me!
"April Fool's!....it's not really time to get up after all. That would be several hours from now".
HA HA, very funny Mister Creator of all things good.
But, then I was wide awake and slightly angry. Not at The Man ( not to be mistaken by The Man over at The Stiletto Mom). He would never do such a thing as he would be severely reprimanded by Mary Anne.
Where was I? Lack of sleep does wonders for one's writing focus. Oh, yeah...I was angry at myself for having already folded this week's laundry, which is what I usually do in the middle of the night. So I wonder out to the den and look through glossy magazines of clothes I cannot buy this year on bodies I do not have this year.
Don't you wish you were me?
Insomnia makes for interesting days, especially ones with deadlines and important calls and interviews. I find the best way for this empty nest woman to cope is to simply laugh it off and do the best I can, under the circumstances. Maybe the Man Upstairs could bring on a "sleepy storm" later this afternoon, so I can catch a nap!