Sunday, February 28, 2010

Sunday Morning Wakeup

I woke up this morning covered in cats.  Literally.  Tiger was slung across my chest, Pounce was draped across my hip, and Morris was flopped across my legs.  Who needs a blanket?  Of course, as soon as I moved, Tiger and Pounce were gracious enough to get up, but Morris moves to the beat of his own drum.  He was comfy and therefore not moving.  Se engaged in a brief struggle until I managed to get him off my feet. 

I called my dad and talked to him.  He was feeling pretty bad yesterday when I talked to him, which was expected.  I'm just not used to hearing him talk about being so tired, nor hearing the sound of that fatigue in his voice.  When I had Epstein-Barr, I felt as if my very bones were tired. I felt like I could never get enough sleep, even if I was sleeping 23 hours a day.   I imagine that his fatigue is 1000x worse.  but today he is feeling a little better, and I could hear it in his voice when we talked on the phone. 

The entire conversation was punctuated by my son, who was jumping around me yelling "Paw Paw!"  and trying to grab the phone.  Except when I put the phone to his ear, he was silent, listening to his Paw-Paw talk.  My son has thousands of very lengthy conversations with his Paw-Paw every day on his pretend phones.  They're quite animated.  So it cracks me up that Zane won't actually TALK to his Paw Paw when given the opportunity. 

We usually go out for Sunday dinner, my entire family, my brother's family and my parents.   But today we aren't going anywhere, since my dad can't go and my nephew Tristan has a soccer game. So we are being lazy this morning!  It's nice to be able to do that once in awhile.  It seems like we are always going, going, going.  I like to take a breath every now and then!

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