Feeling... Off...

     A usual morning in the Crawford house;

          Morning Option A;

     -SnowDove has an early morning; she has to be at work by 6 or 8am depending on scheduling.
     -Prince will always get up with her to see her off to work.
     -If I happen to wake up enough to realize that I should get up with them, then I will. Otherwise I will vaguely remember Prince's SmartAss comments about me being able to sleep through a nuclear war when I do actually wake up. 
     -Prince will send Dove off with good thoughts and good feelings if  at all possible then start getting the boys up. After the boys leave, he will come join me downstairs and wake me up.

          Morning Options B;

     -Dove doesn't work until noon or she has the day off
     -Prince and Dove get up around the same time, or one after another, I'm usually the last one to get up... but I usually read in bed for an hour or two depending on the events of the day so it makes sense that I sleep in longer... I hope...
     -Dove or Prince will come downstairs a couple of times to try to wake me up, but I usually end up falling back to sleep.**
     -I will get up when I figure that I've slept too long and go directly to kiss my Prince...

     This morning with Prince was... different. To say the least.

     SnowDove went to work this morning around 6am and Prince got the boys up for school. He comes downstairs to wake me up early though... the first thought I had when he told me that the boys hadn't left yet was is he ok? He doesn't usually wake me up early... I felt for a fever but he felt normal to me... Tom, his middle son, had asked Prince to get me so I could touch up his hair before he left for school... I had a hard time not laughing... But Prince thought it was endearing that Tom would ask for me. I still thought it was a bit weird that he would wake me up early... but I decided, for the moment, that I was looking to far into his actions. I went upstairs to fix Tom's hair then kissed Prince and went back downstairs. I asked Prince to get me just as soon as the boys were gone. And he did. But there was still something different.
     My favourite way to wake up... Prince holding me, kissing me, until I wake up just enough to put more into my kisses... trying, barely successfully, to keep my morning breathe away from his nose... How do I express exactly what I felt this morning... Something weird... Something...... I don't know. But whatever it was, it wasn't good... It put a damper on my morning.

Morning... Chores?

     I finished my online classes quickly and didn't know what to do with myself afterword. I'm usually not that fast, but it was simple work. Usually, I have that "accomplished" feeling after I finish my classes for the day. Today, though, I really didn't. In fact, I felt kinda funny. I still do. All day, Prince has been acting funny. Almost like he is ready to bolt at any time, even from me. 
     I don't usually do chores. In fact, I hate cleaning unless I need to focus on some thoughts. Like this morning. So I grabbed the broom and dustpan and began sweeping the living room. I soon got overwhelmed with all that needed to be done, and cleaning lost its one purpose for me today. So I sat. Until finally it was time for me to make lunch. I heated some leftovers for Prince (not a very good job) and make some Macaroni and Cheese for me and our guest (really not a good job). Like I said, I've been feeling off all day.



(**yes I realize that my sleeping habits aren't the best. But its better then what i used to do at my grandfathers less then 6 months before... staying up until 6am then sleeping until 9pm... So I'd say that I'm making progress...)