Sleeping is my 9 to 5...
"hey, hey buddy. it's time to get uuup."
i rub his back softly with the flat of my palm, and he stirs and he rolls over. with half-lidded eyes, he asks, "why you wake me up for?"
"cause it is time to get up and get ready for school."
"we don't have skoo on saturdays n sundays."
"what day is today?"
he scrunches up his eyes in thought, tilting his head, and taps his temple with one index finger: "lemme check my brain. hmmm."
several more seconds of this method-actor bit, while i smile and try not to laugh outright, and then:
"so get up and get dressed."
i think it might be a very good day, o beloved non-existent readers (a new non-existent, and avid spellchecker, has informed me that all these years i have been spelling it wrong. how bout that? she also informed me if i spelled it wrong again, she would throttle me. violently.)
and a phrase for today that we don't use nearly enough: make hay while the sun shines.