I stayed up too late last night. I wandered straight past tired, hung a right, staggered a bit, and arrived at delirium. When I finally crawled into bed and pulled the covers up, I was spent.
As is their custom, the kids climbed into our bed early this morning. I'm pretty sure the first words out of my mouth were, "You have got to be kidding me."
Even now, hours later, a sleep-deprived haziness clouds my thoughts.
I noticed this when I attempted to wash my hands at the kitchen sink. At Christmas my mother-in-law gave me a newfangled soap dispenser, one that contains a motion detector and automatically pumps a generous dollop of soap into your outstretched hand. It's pretty neat.
Each time it dispenses soap, it makes a whiling sound that causes everyone in the kitchen to cock their heads to the side and ask, "What was that?"
So, I approached the dispenser, extended my hands underneath, caught the soap in my upturned palms, and then moved my hands under the faucet.
I swept my hands side to side to trigger the motion detector. The motion detector that automatically turns my faucet on and doesn't exist.
I'd like to report that I was quick to notice and correct this mistake, but that wasn't quite the case. Obviously, at my house we have soap -- but no sink -- for the weary.