“Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would bring me back to you.”
 - “Sunday Morning”, Maroon 5

Thursday mornings used to suck at my house.  Bryan has an early morning meeting on Thursday mornings, so that was the one morning we couldn’t snuggle for 20 minutes.  But now that I’m at work and working 45 minutes before his alarm even goes off, Thursday morning is now the one time we can see eachother.  I crawl back into bed for ten minutes, right after he’s hit the snooze button, and I get to relive all of those glorious mornings where we used to take time for granted.  Usually to the soundtrack of “Garden State”, which was a present from my sister when Bryan and I first started dating.

“It’ll change your life,” she said.  I laughed at her, then.  But.. alas.. she was right.

“Sarah crashed early,” he wrote.  He was correct.  After an incredibly tiring day (to follow a tiring week and a tiring month and a tiring summer.. you get the drift), we shared our first officially married event: I went to bed alone.  While we were watching Project Runway, trying to catch up on the last weeks that we’d missed, I was jarred by Bryan asking, “Are you as tired as I am right now?”  No, I could beat him.. he had woken me up when he asked.  It was 9:15.  I made it till 9:30, but then I couldn’t take it anymore.  I kissed him on the cheek and passed out in the bed.  I barely stirred when he crawled in beside me, and just stayed awake long enough to hear him whisper, “Sarah Brown, I love you.  Will you marry me?”  I nodded.  I think.

I walked around our insane abode this morning while the sun was struggling to rise and was just lost.  Our house is so neglected.  And while walking around, I recalled a conversation I had with John (of Delle’s baby-daddy fame) on the back porch of the Lloyd mansion.  My bridal shower had wrapped up and I had walked baby Matthew outside to rock him to sleep in the sunshine.  John came and sat beside me.  We got to talking about how silly I thought all of this marriage stuff was (not the actual marriage, but the rigamarole surrounding registries and such), and he said, “Yeah, I always thought women should register for shoes.  You know, stuff you actually want.  Not cookware, not bedding.. shoes.  And clothes.  Because wouldn’t THAT be much more fun to open?”

The man had a point.

So I thought, when I rule the world, I will start a registry company for stuff that brides-to-be will actually need:

• A maid service from the time you get registered until a week after the honeymoon
• A SEVERELY specific day-runner type book, that breaks down your day to the quarter-hour
• A grocery delivery service, to span the same time frame as the maid service
• Free dry-cleaning
• And, of course, a slave for Stephanie.

I used to have a day-runner.  I did.  But it was much easier to fall out of the habit when my day was broken down like this:

A.M. - Work
P.M. - Rehearsal

And now, it’s like:

5:30 - shower
7:00 - set up refreshment service for visiting assesment team
7:30 - prepare for daily tag-up
8:00 - tag-up
8:30 - prepare for outbrief with assesment team
9:00 - outbrief
And so on and so forth until
4:15 - LEAVE WORK.. NO, REALLY, SARAH.. GO HOME
4:30 - Actually leave work
4:45 - Gym/Bank/Drug Store
5:30 - Feed puppies and scarf something edible
6:15 - Meet with Photographer
7:00 - Meet with Minister
7:45 - Exhale from meeting with Minister
8:00 - Go home and do laundry/clean house/check email
9:15 - Stop pretending you’re not sleepy and go to bed

Alright, I know I’m bitching.  I’m “breathing bad karma” (thanks, Bryan).  I also am late for a meeting.