Rain, rain *don't* go away

I woke up this morning and it was still dark. That's not unusual as I do get up a little early these days in an effort to be on time. (Goal rarely accomplished.)

This morning was a little darker, however, as it followed a noisy and colorful storm, leaving us with a rainy morning. I wanted nothing more than to turn off the alarm, snuggle back in the covers and stay just a little while longer. Duty called, so I began my morning routine.

Some mornings I so wish I could just stay at home, piddle in the yard and read. I guess what I am saying is that I am ready to be retired. I know, I know. I have many years ahead of me, but I am ready for a couple days off. I am not necessarily talking about a vacation. I wanna permanent break.

I love my job. I love my co-workers. I just don't want my day to be scheduled. I want to wear jeans every day. I wanna sit and eat my breakfast leisurely without threat of an impending two-hour meeting. I don't want to have to make nice with those around me as I try to get through a project without injury.

I don't want to have to put make-up on or press my clothes. I want to invite Queen of Cool over to sit on the deck (we don't have one, but since I am dreaming) and drink margaritas in the early afternoon and talk about our men. I want to run errands in the middle of the day.

Maybe I'd actually get good at gardening and grow amazing tomatoes and even compost. Maybe my flowers would bloom because I gave them much-needed attention.

I want to subscribe to lots of magazines and take my time reading them. I may even join a women's club and eat little salads and wear sandals with pantyhose. I dunno, the point is that I'd get to do what I wanted to do.

Wait a minute, I gotta quit dreaming, answer the phone, schedule a meeting, check my make-up and press my khakis.

In the photo above is Izzie, my cat. She's the only female pet in our household, but don't be thinking she can't hold her own. Take a good look at that face, she means business. Back in the "good old days" Izzie and I were to bachelorettes living the life and staying up late. These days we just clean up after the boys, hide our hair bands and fight for our half of the bed.