Wake up 5:30am.
Practice yoga and seated meditation (listen to my body speak to me in a chorus of creaking sounds).
Take out dogs (Spike, who knows the sound of my meditation timer jumps on me and licks my face when it rings its ending zen tone).
Make M-ito’s breakfast (challah bread with peanut butter, strawberries, glass of milk) while Mom-ita tries to wake him up and get him out of bed (I have the easier job by far – but then it is my birthday).
My son gives me a birthday hug. Ahhhhh…
Make my tea (English breakfast with honey and milk) and take first sip.
Drive M-ito to school while talking about books for half the trip (Mom-ita told him he had to talk to me – sigh – for half of the trip before he started to read which is what he usually does on the car ride in).
Realize I forgot M-ito’s cleats at home. Plan return trip in my head and call Mom-ita to prepare her for early journey back.
Drive back with Mom-ita to M-ito’s school to drop off cleats.
Go to Dolphin Bookstore and order the perfect latte.
Order Andrew Smith’s new book, Passenger (arrival in two days) for me.
Write two new pages of WIP (I am Nobody).
Pick up M-ito early at school so we can watch him practice lacrosse. He is awesome. The coach speaks and my son listens. It never works that way with me. Ahhhhhh.
Drive to Starbucks. M-ito does homework. I shop for new messenger bag… and order it from Timbuk2. Ahhhhh…
Take M-ito to Tae Kwon Do and write while he kicks and punches his way towards his black belt.
Feed and take out very appreciative dogs.
Order in from Louies Pizza (Margarita with chicken).
Read Andrew Smith’s King of Marbury (absolutely awesome).
Check Facebook birthday wishes. Overwhelmingly sweet.
Watch presidential debates and try not to scream or throw things at the TV (Go Obama!).