Ever since my kids were babies, I've fantasized about lying in bed on weekends all morning and getting up when I feel like it, but of course the inescapable demands of children prevent that reality. You just can't simply lie around on Saturday morning when your toddlers are up putting Fruit Loops in the toaster for breakfast.
But of course now that my kids are finally old enough to take care of themselves and leave me alone in the morning, my body decides to wake up at 7:00 instead and say:
"Hey Jeff - time to get up! We haven't peed in like 7 hours and my back is killing me from lying down all night."
Other than that I don't have any real complaints about this "phase" of my life (*cough* middle age). In fact, my wife and I are actually looking forward to the milestone summer of 2014 in only 7 more years. This will be the summer:
- My daughter turns 18 (See ya baby. We love you and all that good stuff but it's our time now.)
- My wife turns 50 and I can throw a huge surprise party and everyone will bring "black" gifts and it will be really funny. No really.
- I quit my job and we sell our house and move to someplace more non-dead than St. Cloud and more conducive to being 50-something hippies.
- We celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary. And don't bother with the silver crap, just bring big cards filled with lots of money - you know, to help fund the health insurance that will no longer be provided by the job I used to have.
Hmmm, what do ya know - at 45, it appears I'm right dead smack in the zone. Ok, scratch the "dead" part. Anyway, at least I would hope that I'm going to live to be 90.
I just wonder what time I'll be waking up then!