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Laying on a beautiful Carribean beach with a strawberry daiquiri in hand, soaking up the sun. The sound of the waves rolling up on the sand soothes me as I slip into a state of complete relaxation. The wind blows ever so gently; just cool enough to comfort. Beautiful birds fly by in the blue sky....Beeping and blaring? Reality comes crashing back! I clumsily slam on the snooze button. Too late. My utopia has vanished!

I stumble out of my warm bed. Using only my feet, I search for my slippers...in the dark because my husband does not need to get up this morning. I can only find one slipper? Apparently, at some point overnight, one of my slippers decided to go for a walk. I must remember to tie them securely to the bed post this evening. I can only imagine what that slipper must have been up to all night while I dozed unaware!

I shuffle awkwardly, with an uneven gait (you try walking with one slipper!), to the bathroom. Yes. I'm sure a shower will give me a better outlook on the long day that lies ahead. As the water warms, I am reminded of the waves on the beach...the strawberry daiquiri...OOPS! Forgot to turn the coffee on! I grab for my towel and tiptoe quietly to the kitchen. "Gross! Moooommm!" screams my teenage son just as I turn on the light. My gosh, I think he just fell off his chair! At this point, I nearly soil myself. I thought everyone in the world was still sleeping at this hour! Why on earth is he sitting in the dark? I wonder silently just as I spy his PS3 sitting on the table next to a bowl of cereal. Video games at 5:15 in the morning? What is this world coming to? No time for this...good parenting will have to wait until after my shower! I push the button for the coffee and dash back to the bathroom. I am again reminded of the ocean...as there is a large body of water forming on the floor by the bathtub! How could I forget to close the curtain? I drop my towel on the small lake and hop in. No time to linger, though, I'm already running late. (Almost out of shampoo...must remember to stop at the store on the way home to get more.) I reach for my towel...Oh, great! It's lying on the floor looking like a heap of overcooked pasta. "This is going to be a great day!" I think to myself as I slide to the linen closet to grab a fresh towel.

I manage to make it back to the bedroom unseen. My son must be preoccupied in the kitchen. (I must remember to speak with him about his video games!) I go into stealth mode, just like James Bond, so that I won't wake

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