If the early mall decorating or the arrival of Thanksgiving were not enough to initiate us into the official start of the holiday season, my early Monday morning ventures have sealed the deal.  

I should have known that this was going to be the start of a less than wonderful, crazy hectic week when our lovely local dumpster delivery guy cheerfully gave our doorbell a double ring at 6:15am this morning.  Whaaaat?! Fortunately, Hubby was still home and offered to move the family vehicle to the street.  Poor him, it turns out that the driver was also a talker who likes Monday mornings and he ended up stuck out there for nearly twenty minutes! How I dislike cheery morning people.  It’s a good thing I didn’t go out to move the car. Hee, hee.

Dragging myself from our crowded yet way comfy bed which I only seem to be getting one-fourth of lately, (our girls love it too! Ah!)  I wrapped myself in my snugly robe and headed to the living room to peek out and count exactly how many of our neighbors will be sending some hate our way this fine day!  What was the waste company thinking sending a truck into a residential area this early?! My ears are already ringing.

In all honesty, I didn’t mind the wake-up call myself.  I’ve been lazy about walking of late, and I truly do have to get up and get planning since we’re hosting Thanksgiving dinner for about twelve, not to mention house guests from Wednesday through Sunday.  The dumpster’s arrival was timely indeed and a welcomed disturbance, as it marks the beginning of the clean-up of all the junk that has accumulated in our yard.  We’re currently under construction and I am relieved that we now have a place for the rubbish. Thank goodness for that, as I am certain that an anti-blight letter has been drafted to us from the city and heading our way for some time.  At the very least, I considered, my early rising had provided me with more time to sip my coffee in peace, get a jump start on the diva children’s gourmet am yogurt-fruit-vitamin shake and get snapping on Monday’s post. Yeah.

After about twenty minutes, a cup of coffee and two glasses of water later, I realized that I had better move the super un-sexy minivan back into the driveway.  And this because OUR garage is full to the brim of construction materials!!!!  Lord, save your people!  Now, I was not about to dress for the neighbors’ benefit, so out I strutted in my fuzzy blue robe and brown clogs, the epitome of fashion sense and beauty.  I shuttered at the first gust of cold that made its way up my naked legs and I stopped short in the middle of the front lawn in complete shock, not at the frigid temperature but at the SNOWFLAKES that were tumbling silently from the sky. I stood face to the heavens, in utter disbelief, mouth open wide not to catch the flakes but to eke out a long winded  and desperate “NOOOOOOOOOOOO! ”

The first flakes of the season! I am so not ready for this! And I was convinced that today I’d be blogging about my morning coffee.