I am letting Michael get 5 more minutes of sleep, because he had a hard time settling down last night. It's often like that on Sunday night, because I've let him sleep late over the weekend.
Alesia got up this morning only when I woke her, at nearly 7. She has to catch the bus at 7:25. She got dressed and ate at the same time. I don't know what she ate, but I suspect cold pizza from last night.
There are two kinds of people in the world, people who like cold pizza for breakfast [Alesia, my brother, my roommates in paralegal school] and the rest of us.
Russians often don't like regular breakfast food. I don't know why. I suspect this - oftentimes fresh eggs are hard to get there and powdered eggs are nasty. I ate them a lot when I was in Russia. Cereal is usually served with warm milk, and YUCKY. At one of the hotels where I stayed on my adoption trips to Russia, they served a kind of coleslaw for breakfast, as one of the choices. The first time I ever ate breakfast with Alesia, that coleslaw concoction was what she ate for breakfast. I couldn't look at it.
Michael has to be awake for at least 20 minutes before he will eat or drink anything. I don't know why. We have learned the best use of that time is for him to shower, which helps him wake up.
Alesia won't shower in the morning for love or money.
My mother eats bacon and eggs for breakfast every morning of her life. If she eats cereal, she annouces, "I will be hungry in an hour!" - and then an hour later she says she is hungry, as though this is a crisis which could have been averted. If she eats bacon and eggs, she has a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch. We should buy stock in the parent company of Smuckers.
I have de-caffeinated myself from 2-4 cups of tea every day to 1 cup. I am very proud of this. I am sleeping better. Getting out of cubicle hell helped.
I deposited my last severance check from Home Depot yesterday, and now I can say this freely, and openly, praise God. For the last couple of years I worked at Home Depot corporate, I HATED going in every day. My cubicle felt like a prison cell. The atmosphere was toxic. People got laid off left and right. My caseload dropped steadily. The attorneys never told the paralegals anything about anything.
I am SOOOOO GLAD I do not work there any more.
