Well...
I've showered and coiffed.
I made 9 grain pancakes, and I've eaten breakfast and cleaned it all up.
I've done my make-up and have worked my way through half a pot of tea.
Do I wake up the Man?
If it's Son #1, who sleeps in the unfinished part of the basement directly under the kitchen, I drop things on the kitchen floor, or bang a chair up and down... (the only time I've ever heard a sarcastic light was when I had banged on the floor several times and finally he turned on his light, pulling the string to flick the light on and off about 5 times...)
If it's Son #2, I pretty much have to go to his room and give his leg a shake.
If it's the Husband, though?
Even if we have a date to go into Saskatoon?
Oh- wait... I think I hear him.
Good. I was getting ready to start with the radio.
Now, all I have to do is scurry upstairs and get dressed. It would be too embarrassing, after a post like this, to not be completely ready with my shoes on, before him!
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