That’s what I thought when I woke up this morning. The sun was shining through the curtains in my bedroom and I had a little panic attack – oh crap, I’m late! It took me a few minutes to go over what I’d done yesterday (this is how I figure out what day of the week I’m on), and I finally established that it was Saturday. Phew!
But the girls! Where are the girls!? Another few minutes of reflection brought me to the realization that this is their weekend at their dad’s house, and I relaxed a bit more. I got out of bed and went to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee, but something still didn’t feel right. Coffee in hand, I sat down at my computer to check my e-mails. Which is when I figured out the final pieces of the puzzle – what was missing from my little world that was making me feel so strange.
It was only 6:55 am, and I was awake voluntarily.
The house was totally silent.
This is such an uncommon occurrence, I felt I should document it. And in the short time it took me to write this down, Penny has woken up.
Ah, much better!