D+ at best

imageObligation is a funny thing, isn’t it? Even when you’re snug in your bed, nice and warm, it tugs and urges you to get up. To leave that nice warm place and do the things we need to do.

We fed our neighbor’s dogs this weekend while they were out of town. One of their dogs is older, and needs to eat a few times a day. His internal breakfast clock goes off at 6 a.m. By the time we get up, around 8, he thinks he’s starving. It’s this obligation that pulled me out of bed Sunday morning. Despite the fact that I got very little sleep the night before, despite my nice, warm, comfy bed. Yup, obligation.

I find it odd that my sense of obligation, at least one that compels me leave my bed early on a Sunday morning, extends only to tasks that affect living, breathing things. Family, friends, pets, even other people’s pets, all fill me with that sense of responsibility that keep my eyes peeled wide once I’ve awoken. When someone is depending on me, it’s important that I don’t let them down. It’s nice to feel needed. What’s odd to me is that this same feeling of obligation does not extend to, say, my plants. Even though they’re living and breathing things, even though their livelihood depends on my taking good care of them, and even though I set a twice weekly calendar reminder telling me to water them, I’m terrible about it. Unless they’re unusually hearty, most plants see their demise at my hands. And I feel no remorse. Maybe a bit of guilt over my poor plant tending skills, but no remorse.

Saturday night was a rough one for sleep. I woke up with a headache early Sunday morning, and wasn’t able to shake it. My meditation “homework” wasn’t paying off. Definitely not A+ work this time. My mind was too busy with other things. After about an hour of attempting to get back to sleep, I headed out to the living room at 3:45 a.m. Sometimes a change of scenery is all I need to get back to sleep. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case this time. I laid there for a bit, then finally pulled out my phone and spent some time working on draft blogs. Started feeling tired around 5:45, and moved back to the bedroom. Finally got back to sleep around 6 a.m.

Needless to say, 8 a.m. felt very early, but obligation pried my eyes open. Knowing there was a sweet, loving dog waiting for me forced me awake. Seeing his happy face when I arrived made it worth it. (I know I said dogs earlier, and there were, in fact, two dogs at the house, but one just growled at me the entire time I was there, and seeing her unhappy face wasn’t the payoff for getting out of bed).

What can I say, I’m a sucker for a cute face and drooly grin.


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Mom to "C", wife to Ben. I'm a part-time blogger, cook, organizer, seamstress, house cleaner, taxi, nurse (the mom kind), accountant... I could go on, but really... it's all in the blog. Read away!

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