Wake-up Call

Have you ever stayed in a lovely hotel and needed a wake-up call in the morning?  The night before the wake-up call, you phone down to the front desk and might say something like, "yes, I would like a wake-up call for 6:30 am."  Then the operator will respond with, "of course, we would be happy to ring your room at that time to make sure you get up and get on with your business for the day.  Thank you and have a wonderful evening." 

A conversation might happen like that.  I'm just sayin'.

When dawn breaks the next morning and your snoozing away in Dreamland, the God-forsaken phone rings for your requested wake-up call.  All of a sudden you're startled, scared and can't remember where you are or what you're doing or why you're even in a hotel room.  Then you come to your senses and pick up the ringing phone and BAM -you're awake.  

I'll get back to this in a minute but first...

My Mondays usually go something like this...
4:45 am - alarm clock goes off
I stumble to the bathroom -wash face, brush teeth, put hair in ponytail, change into workout clothes
stumble to kitchen-grab water, keys, cell phone and food journal and head out the door to all-business Brenda's gym for a grueling beating.
Finish the beating, go home, feed little hell-yuns, clean-up breakfast, shower, laundry, make beds, more laundry, fix lunch, clean-up lunch, laundry, write blog, vaccuum, fix supper, head back to all-business Brenda's for another one hour beating, come home, bathe little hell-yuns, clean-up supper, put laundry away, read a bedtime story, put little hell-yuns to bed, do some sit-ups, donkey kicks and fire hydrants and pass out on the couch until G-Pat pokes me to get up and come to bed. 
But on Tuesdays, I don't have to wake up at 4:45 am.  I love Tuesdays.  I love not waking up at 4:45 am.  We've been on fall break and yesterday was our last day of break.  So, no one in my house had to wake up at all.  Well, G-Pat had to go to work but he doesn't go in until 8:30.  We, meaning me and the little hell-yuns, could have stayed in bed all day.  Which is exactly what we were planning to do until...
I got a 6:30 am wake-up call.  I was snoozing away just fine in my warm, cozy, perfect, sleep-number bed.  I was dreaming about not having to wake up at 4:45 am and fairies and rainbows.  All was right with my world.  But then the phone rang.  I was startled and scared and I couldn't remember who I was, where I was or what I was doing.  I rushed around trying to find the God-forsaken ringing phone and I pushed the talk button...
Me: "Hello?"

The person on the end: "Kelli?  Are you asleep?  You need to GET UP!  It's Brenda."

Me:  "Oh, Hi, I was asleep but that's ok.  Is everything all right?

Brenda: "Uh, yes, everything's fine.  I just want to know what time are you going to do your cardio today?"

Me:  "I have no idea.  I don't even know my own name right now much less what time I'm going to get on a treadmill.  I was just dreaming of rainbows and fairies." 

Brenda: "Well, ok. But you need to also do 4 sets of 100 crunches and 4 sets of 40-50 throw downs along with your donkey kicks and fire hydrants."

Me: "Yes, ma'am.  You bet-ya.  No problem.  Done deal. Mission accomplished." 

Brenda: "Ok, bye."

Me:  "Bye."  Thanks for calling.

Then I made a bee line straight for my bed.  I pulled the covers up and shut my eyes.  Then I heard, "Momma?  Momma?  Who was on the phone?  I'm hungry.  Can you fix me some breakfast?  Can  I watch SpongeBob?  Want to play Wii with me?"  And so that is how my Tuesday began. 

My Wednesday?  Oh, my Wednesday began with a 4:45am wake-up from the alarm clock.  The usual beating from all-business Brenda took place but today, a very nice lady who was working out in the gym says to me, "Kelli, wow! You're looking so svelte."  I said,"oh, thank you.  That's so sweet of you."  Then, all-businss Brenda pipes in with..."No, she doesn't look svelte.  It must just be the capri workout pants she's wearing today that make you think she's svelte." 

Thank you.  Thank you very much.  Now, I know she's kidding and trying to keep me motivated so it doesn't bother me that I'm not svelte.  But I'd be lying if I said it isn't nice to hear someone notice all of my hard work...even if it is from the capris I'm wearing. 

And so that is how my Wednesday began.

I don't care what anyone says, I'm still motivated to fight this fat so one day I might actually look svelte.