I love many things in this world, but there are 3 things that I look forward to at the end of the week. 1) On Friday morning I know that when I turn off the alarm I don't have to reset it for the next day, 2) I will have another episode the The Big Bang Theory to watch and 3) Saturday is sleep in day! This week did not quite go according to plan however. I did get two of three but Sat. was not a sleep in day. At 5:50 am Y was waking my up because his stuffed marmot, which is about 3 inches tall was missing. Marmot was a gift to Y from me a few years back came with a sister Pink Bunny Foo and a brother Husky, whom belong of course to his brother and sister. Marmot is specifically a Boy, although he has a skirt (must be kilt) and matching scarf. Marmot also has the ability to get lost in some usual such as roller blades, shoes and pockets. One day I may write stories about Marmots adventures of getting lost in our house. But back to our story. Now honestly, some days I can handle an early wake up call on Shabbat, this was not one of them. I had stayed up late reading thanks to my mom sending me the latest Steve Berry book and I had zonked out on the couch, with the light on of course, making for a not so solid sleep and some weird dreams. So here it was crack of dawn and Y is out of bed and asking me where marmot is. did I put him in bed with Y and some other related questions. To which I gave some partially coherent answers and tried to look around the couch. After an hour of searching on Y's part and some mild attempts on my part to pretend to look around while really trying to go back to sleep, Marmot was found in Y's bed after all hiding in the blankets. I did manage to back to bed, but 2 days later, sleep is still elusive. Thank G-d for Starbucks Instants!
Shavua Tov!
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