There is a saying that “some days it’s not worth getting out of bed”. Then there is the saying “getting up on the wrong side of the bed”.  Today was one of those days where I didn’t want to get out of bed.  Period.  After a long day at the office, then an interrupted night – waiting for people to get back safe and sound when no reasonable person should be called out of bed – today dawned with my not wanting to do anything.  As per usual though, there were lists to be filled and fulfilled, chores to do, people who needed to be contacted and life in general pounding at the phone, door, cellphone and email all at the same time.  I do believe my age is showing when I want to burrow down deeper in the covers and tell them all to get out of my life.  If this wish is selfish – then colour me selfish.  My dream day-off is one where I wake up – instead of being woken up.  I get a chance to have a leisurely breakfast and cup of tea.  There are no demands/expectations/emotional black mails/feelings of dread because of implied obligations and the day is all mine from morning until I take to the sheets again in the evening.

Sounds pretty simple doesn’t it?