Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Strawberry Tsunami

Anyone who knows me half-well knows I'm not too political. Anyone who knows me half-well also knows that when there is an option to having a morning off due to some political outcry, I'm going to take it.

I've said it before, but I'd rather miss out on the 2 hours pay (even though my morning is 7am-11:45am someone do the maths for me??) than deal with 40ish kidlings who are excited that their normal teacher is not there.

That aside, what is more frustrating is when you schedule a sleep-in, and instead, wake up at 5am (normal wake-up time) from a nightmare.

It wasn't the freak-wave that scared me either (strawberry smoothies and chocolate before bed is not a good idea), but the imagery still stuck in my head - kids floaties strewn half buried about the beach. Buried babies, flotation devices...it made me sick to the stomach. Then came the question afterwards - 'Where on EARTH did that come from??'.

The annoying thing, for some reason, if I wake up from a vivid dream and go back to sleep straight away, more often than not I launch straight back into the dream. Overactive imagination? So it was 5:30 when I woke up again after bobbing upside down under this wave (had a similar sensation for real when I was about 9) and decided to get up. Frankly, drowning under my doona is not my idea of a relaxing start to the day.

Instead, I grabbed a coffee and sat on my balcony in the sunlight terribly thankful for dry ground.

PS. Need some affirmation?


With Love From Cat xxx

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