Good Morning Starshine

There is nothing quite as eye opening as waking up and turning over to put your arm around the man you love and BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ the sound of someone(my 70 year old father maybe) weed whacking the grass right outside my bedroom window.  It is especially funny since we have had daily downpours for 2 months and the yard is a swamp. Is this why I am usually happy to be working on Monday, I think so.  But bless his heart he is out there trying to cut the soggy mushy lawn we have.  I must venture out into the realm of idiots and maniacs today to find my son a backpack.  Yes school starts tomorrow and I have know what day it starts for 3 months and yes I work in a retail establishment that sells backpacks.  But really what fun is that being all prepared and ready for things.  So am I in the idiot or maniac category...would love to say maniac but probably both since I put this off.  It is a beautiful sunny morning and the day is full of possibilities.  First possibility is my son having a cup of ice water poured on his sleepy little head if he does not get up.  I have already been accused by my husband of being in "bitch mode".  He said it jokingly but in 17 years he still has not learned that labeling me like that(especially before I have had coffee) is just inspiration to behave that way, toward him anyway.  Mean wife that I am I did not get up and make him any breakfast.  Hahaha.  He settled for apple pie.  Didn't really have to twist his arm there.  My husband would is a junk food junkie.  Since his meds have pretty much been cut in half by the doctor he had for one visit that won't be treating him again I have another month of bi polar man way more awake and alert and high strung and all of the other wonderful personality traits that the medications try to suppress.  To be completely honest I see more of the man I met and fell in love with now. But the flip side of that is the anxiety and rage and depression and manic moments.  Walking on eggshells is an artform I have mastered.  A while back I was at a friends house while she was bickering with her husband and they tried to draw me into it and I swiftly drew a neutral line.  He told me I was quite the diplomat and I responded that I had to be.  Plus I am not one of those people who likes drama or conflict.  Some people thrive on it...not me.  I want everybody to be happy.  But I see the lack of my physical presence is fooling my kid into thinking he can still lay in bed like a lump so it is time to get up and crack the whip.  Not everyone around here sees the sun shining and hops right out of bed to start the day...well my dad does anyway to bad its not him I have to take shopping instead of the 14 year old.