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Topic: Grrr! (01/28/10)
TITLE: What I Am Not
By Gina Fifo
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Now, don’t get me wrong. Every morning I open my eyes and thank God for the gift of another day. Then I begin to pray without ceasing . . . Dear God, give me the strength to get out of bed . . . let this hot shower relieve my aches and pains. In between my prayers and occasionally instead of my prayers (I’m being honest here), all depending on what kind of night I’ve had, I growl at whoever and whatever dares to confront me before I’ve had at least one cup of coffee and a chance to work out the stiffness.
Last month my daughter, Niki, asked me to house-sit for her, which meant a night with my 14 year-old grandson, two rambunctious dogs and a cat. I looked forward to it. Tyler and I stayed up late to watch a scary movie. Exhausted, I forgot to take my medication . . . realizing it when I woke up the first time at . . . hmmm . . . where’s the clock? No clock in the bedroom! How in the heck am I supposed to know how much longer I can sleep? Grrrr.
Morning arrives and I achingly crawl out of bed to let the dogs outside. Eight legs dance around me, as I realize I can’t remember the alarm code. It was difficult to arouse Tyler and get more than an incoherent mumble? Grrrr.
Coffee . . . I need coffee. I discover there’s no scoop in the coffee can. How does one make coffee with no scoop to measure it out? Doesn’t matter anyway, the coffeemaker is a new-fangled gadget that I can’t figure out. Grrr.
So, I’m feeling lousy from lack of meds and sleep, I can’t figure out the coffeemaker, and I’m downright cold! I pull my robe on and settle wearily into a recliner. Both dogs vie for attention that I’m too tired to give. They roll on their backs, placated with belly rubs from my feet. Aaah, peace.
Suddenly Tyler’s voice booms cheerfully, “Good mornin’, Grandma! What’s for breakfast? Are you making me gravy and biscuits?” Grrr. One look at me and his brows furrow. “What’s wrong, Grandma?”
So I recite a litany of my woes. In answer, he gets me a sweatshirt, makes the coffee and asks why I need a clock when I’m sleeping. Grrr.
I leave Niki a note:
1. How on earth do you sleep without a clock in your room?
2. How do you make coffee with no scoop?
3. Why is your house so dang cold?
Later, she, too, asked why I needed a clock when I was sleeping and didn’t have to set an alarm to get up (she uses her cell phone). She said the coffee scoop was in the drawer, and why hadn’t I just turned the heat on (it was actually off!). I replied, “I’m not a morning person!” Together we had a good laugh,as she relayed Tyler’s tale of what a bear I was that morning.
I recently spent the night again, to dog-sit. When I entered the back door, I had to chuckle. There were Post-It notes everywhere - on the alarm, the coffee pot (already filled, with an arrow pointing to which button to push), the thermostat, the TV and the remotes. There was also a clock sitting on the bedroom dresser. Bless her heart; she’d done everything possible to take the Grrrr out of my morning. Clearly she now realizes . . . I’m not a morning person!
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