-Wake up before the butt crack of dawn
-Try and get dressed and ready with little light while praying I don't wake Lyndon up
-Inevitably wake Lyndon up
-Scarf down some cereal
-Head down to Bellevue University at 6:30 for church set up, rehearsal, and service
-Tear down everything that was set up a few hours before
-Try and recover
For some reason, I thought adding more to my morning and waking up even earlier would be a great idea. I decided to wake up with enough time to make coffee cake for me, my fellow Christ Community friends who had to be there just as early, and the husband. I was up at 4:30, mixing ingredients in my beautiful KitchenAid, trying to fully open my eyes. We all know how far I've come with this coffee cake recipe, so I wasn't expecting any difficulties despite the early time.
The coffee cake was successfully in the oven. I could almost feel myself wrapped back up in my covers, ready to drift off for a cat nap before officially having to wake up. I was so close, and then I discovered I couldn't get the flat beater off the mixer. No matter how hard I tried, that beater was convinced it needed to stay on. Thinking it was because I'm really bad at thoroughly cleaning, my attempts became more feeble as I assumed the mixture had dried around it. I fought for as long as my tired self would let me, but I eventually gave up and crawled back into bed.
Right before I left, I decided to try another plan of attack:
It reads: HELP! I'm stuck and need a big, strong man to save me!
He's opened plenty of jars for me in the past, so I figured he'd help me without a problem. I was right. I was really right. He sent me a text during rehearsal telling me that it wasn't stuck in the first place. My 4:30 brain was convinced otherwise. It's just proof that I should never wake up that early in order to be nice to others ever again.
I need to take a nap. But before I do that, I'm going to finish eating this potato salad and watching Hot Rod. Good grief.