It's VERY "Froggy" Out This Morning

Now, now, NOW, that I am 100% awake, NOW that I got the "frog" lifted from my NyQuil sleep induced brain, NOW that I've already drank my coffee and gotten dressed... I learn that school is delayed for 2 hours because of the fog.

I'm SO awake NOW! No, I couldn't have learned this before I made myself get up, or drink coffee and get dressed, NO! I couldn't have learned this BEFORE I "overslept" for 5 minutes, straight through my alarm, naggingly ringing beside me on my bed side table, aaant...aaaant....aaaant.... for 5 whole minutes, and me incorporating it into my dream I was so deeply asleep dreaming.

So, this is why I am on the computer and not sleeping cozy and snug under warm fuzzy blankets, because I jerked awake and jumped out of bed when I finally realized it was MY alarm and not some noisy car alarm beeping in the distance of a parking lot while I was casually enjoying a meal with friends at Applebeas! [that's where I was in my dream]

OK, so NOW, I am awake, and TRIED to lie back down and snuggle under the covers and enjoy the fact that my morning COULD start a bit later, but to no avail. My mind was awake, the cats were fed and running around like kittens, [their normal routine] and acting very naughty, attacking my toes under the cover, so here I am, on the computer, telling ANY one who might listen and sympathize with POOR, POOR, SICK me that the fog has gone and done me in, gave me an excuse to sleep but now the opportunity is lost, all because I've gotten too worked up to go back to sleep and enjoy a late start.

Now... the reason I called it 'Frog' When I was a little girl, there was this game show on in the morning that I would watch with my mother before I left for Kindergarten, [I didn't start school till the second half of the day, WAY back when kindergarten was only half a day and I lucked out to get the second half of the day instead of the first half]

I say lucked out because it was blissful to be able to be home with my Mommy all to myself for a few hours before I had to go to school. OK, why it was so blissful is, these memories are precious to me, because, First of all, I really don't have many memories of that time in my life, I think mostly because I blocked memories of my childhood from my mind in the effort to reduce the risk of ache from the bittersweetness of it all. Secondly, because I am the youngest of 8 children, born to a very tired mother who always seemed to be torn in so many different directions with all the other charges in her life also demanding attention of her, and Thirdly because there was actually TIME for ME!! She had a few hours each morning for ME and we did some things together that no matter how much I have blocked out of my memory, these special moments, glimpses of memories creep back and make me smile.

So, back to the game show. I think it was "What's my line" It was where the contestant would come on and the celebrities were blindfolded and asked questions and they tried to figure out who you were or what you did, that kind of thing. There was this one lady who was always on, she had a raspy voice, and when ever she asked one of the contestants her question, I would always clear my throat and my mother happened to notice this one time and asked me why I always cleared my throat when ever this celebrity asked her question. I told her, she sounds funny, like she needs to just "ah..ah... ahem" it. [sound effects are hard to type, but you know what I mean!]

My mother laughed and it felt good to me, I remember the thrill that ran up from my tummy to my heart and a special smile creeps to my mouth even now as I remember it. My mothers hair was in pin curls, with a handkerchief tied around her head, she was sitting with me on the couch with her arm over my shoulder, and she just laughed and laughed at this little girl comment.

I asked her why it was funny and she said she always felt like that too when ever [what ever the name of this celebrity was] talked. I asked her why she sounded like that and she said she thought probably because she was a "heavy smoker" I said, "but she's not fat" which brought even more laughter from my mother and she then explained, after trying to compose herself that no, she meant that she smoked a lot which caused her voice to have a frog in it.

A 5 year olds mind gears racing, a frog? A frog got in her throat? Man, no wonder she sounded like that! More laughter, and a further explanation. "No, not a REAL frog, but kind of like cloudy, when it's hard to see because of fog, it's hard for her to talk clearly because her voice is cloudy, foggy."

"Ooooh... I see" [not really, I didn't REALLY understand till later, but that's what I said] So, next time it was foggy out, guess what this 5 year old said to her Mommy? "Look Mommy, it's froggy out! Just like [insert celebrities name, which I can't remember now]'s voice.

OK, maybe you had to be there, but we both laughed and laughed. There, story time is over, maybe, just MAYBE... I can go back to bed? We'll see... "Night-nite" for now!