Sat-ur-day!

When I was 12 a million years ago my Saturday mornings started with a hefty bowl of cereal that almost overflowed and tons of Saturday morning cartoons. My sister and myself crept into the living room at the crack of dawn, to us and settled in front of he TV for as long as we could watching our shows. When my mom woke up or came out of her room the "party" was just about over. Afterwards we went outside to ride bikes or play with the cousins.

The start of my Saturday went something like this today.

"Mom, come here."

"What's the problem?"

"Grandma needs help going to the bathroom."

"Hold on. Let me put on my slippers I am coming."

"Mom?"

"What. I am coming."

"Mom, never mind she didn't make it."

"What happened?"

"She had an accident and wet her pants."

"Oh boy! I am coming."

After that "call to duty" I go and finished getting dressed and I hear a loud crash. I was hoping that nobody fell or nothing fell that could break like dishes.

"What was that, Josh?"

"Oh nothing."

"Yes, it was something. What fell?"

"Me and Granny are fine. Don't worry."

"What fell?"

"Well, I was trying to do a Ollie and the skateboard kind of flipped over and that is what happened."

"Didn't I tell you not to Ollie or do anything skateboard related in the house. Skateboarding is for outside and you know this."

"I know but Grandma wanted to see."

And all this before 8 am.

My head instantly started pounding, partly from the last part of this bug and partly because of the day ahead I am anticipating. It all seemed so simple a million years ago when all I had to do was get up, overflow my cereal bowl, argue with my sister about what cartoon to watch first and how we planned our day afterwards.

So, I am sipping my tea trying to soothe my sore throat and listening to my mom and son talking about dogs.  Actually, telling each other dog jokes.

Happy Saturday ya'll.