One Day at a Time

We've been on vacation, but more on that once the pictures are back (film!!). But today has started out a winner so far.

Tismo and I have gradually worked out a morning schedule, especially in terms of when the alarm goes off. The way it is supposed to work now is the alarm goes off at 6 am, and Tismo goes to the bathroom then feeds the dogs then gets in the shower. The thing is, I get to stay in bed [wake up] until mid-way through his shower. Since it's been so hot, I've been showering in the afternoon to cool down, which has really worked well.

But then there are days like today. The alarm dutifully goes off at 6 am, waking me out of one of those truly awful dreams that you know is a dream but can't do anything about. I roll over to discover Tismo is already up--this is a BAAADDD thing, because that means I have less time to "wake up." Plus, it's actually nice here right now, so I didn't shower yesterday afternoon, and need to this morning.

He comes in to dress and get the dogs, so I roll out of bed and stumble into the bathroom. Turning our shower on is a different adventure I won't detail here, but lets just say it's difficult in the best of times. The shower curtain liner is stuck to the side of the tub in a place it's not supposed to be, so I can't pull it over to the edge to seal that side without a struggle. Then, the minute I step into the shower and get the initial dampness, Tismo begins to run water over the dogs' food. Meaning the water in the shower stops almost completely until the other faucet is turned off.

Finally get showered, dressed, downstairs. Thinking Tismo won't be very far behind me, I gather the dogs and put them in their rooms. If this happens too early, Payton squeaks when he realizes we're still in the house. So I get to listen to squeaky dogs until Tismo is ready.

Now, one would like to think that the adventures of the morning are over at this point. We're both showered, dressed, the dogs are away, we're ready to go. But then there's the car.

It's developed this small problem of not necessarily liking to run smoothly, or at all. I tried to take the kids to church last night--pulled out of the garage, down the driveway, then pulled right back in as the car was acting up. But when I parked it, I angled it a little far over to the right side of the garage. So when Tismo backed out this morning, he smacked the right side mirror into the side of the garage, and we now drive one of those cars with the side mirror dangling and broken.

Which means seven years of bad luck. :-(