Thoughts of My Grandparents:
When I was a little girl I used to spend most of my weekends with my Grandparents or, so I remember it to be. My Grandfather Eric and Grandmother Rose would come by on Friday afternoons to pick me up. I would be all ready and packed to go - constantly monitoring the front door so; I can seize the first glimpse of their car pulling up in front of the house. With the first sight of them - I would ran out the door into their arms getting my missed hugs and kisses. Of course like most young children at that time I got into trouble as well. For example I was always fascinated by watching my Grandmother Rose used her sewing machine. Whenever, she would be napping and I was up playing dollhouse I would find myself wondering around the machine...next I would be sitting on the chair...my little fingers putting some piece of cloth near under the needle and then my feet reaching for the peddle. Of course, for the times I didn't get catch on the sewing machine - she somehow founded out I was playing with it.
Wanting to sleep late with it being the weekend - I expected to stay up late with her and Grandfather Eric, but My Grandmother would say, "Early to bed, early to rise makes a woman healthy, wealthy and wise."
Present:
These past few days I can't seem to get enough sleep. In the afternoons I tell myself I will be in bed by 9:30 PM - only to find myself in bed after 11:00 PM. The truth is - I get very cranky when I need more sleep and it's time to get up. I think I need to activate my Grandmother theory once again.
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