Wednesday, March 17, 2010
The early bird...gets tired!
I was up early this morning, as expected but not just because I had to get Dael up early. Yesterday I woke up with a killer headache of note which only got worse as the day got longer. I think I slept at an odd angle on Monday night and this caused a knot in my neck which in turn causes the Headache from Hell. I left work early but still managed to cook. After taking tablets the headache eased off for a while but soon returned. So I had slept fitfully, tossing and turning, adjusting the hot water bottle under my neck and punching my pillow into a fluffier shape. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore and I got up. it was 3.50am. I took more tablets and made coffee. I sat on the couch and leaned my head back, willing my head to stop pounding. After a while, it was time to wake Dael.
He had asked me to wake him at 4.30am as he still had to throw his things into a bag. It took a few nudges from me before he surfaced. He's not used to waking that early. But he soon got up and dressed. After a quick coffee and cigarette, he dressed and packed and we were ready to go. It was 5am! Probably a bit early I told him but I need to get back and get Brad up. The freeway was quite clear and it was still dark. Half an hour later we had arrived at our destination only to find the business still locked up. We sat and chatted and watched the waking day - the birds, the walkers, the newspaper sellers setting up. At 6.10am I was getting restless as I had to get back home. I looked in my mirror and noticed that behind me a young man had emerged from the business via the roll up garage door. Obviously there are living quarters attached to the business as he looked like he had just got up, yawning and rubbing his face. He saw me looking at him. I turned round in my seat and he came over to the car window. I introduced us and he confirmed that he was with the business. Dael got out and went off with the friendly young man into the premises via the garage door. And I was off back home. I had to stop for extra milk. I arrived home and Brad was still sleeping. Running around trying to feed cats, iron clothes and make lunches. A quick glance at the clock told me we were late. Rush rush - I felt as if I had been through the wringer and I hadn't even started my day. Brad and I rushed out and started off. The clock in the car said it was 15 minutes earlier than we thought it was. But just as well the inside clock was wrong, today of all days because Brad was still on time for school. I'm halfway through the working day now and just wishing for hometime.