Remember when you could wake up slowly and relish the morning?
Remember when you could look at the clock and smile, then roll over and sleep another half an hour.
Nope. No recollection.
Remember when you were first married (if you are married, of course) and you would look lazily over at your spouse then burrow deeper beneath the covers just because you could?
Remember when you could slowly eat breakfast and maybe even read a little or watch TV in the morning?
Not so much.
Remember when mornings were relaxing?
Remember when you didn’t have to hit the ground running, making sandwiches, gulping down the breakfast off of the plate of the kid who refused to eat, making beds, brushing teeth, breaking up fights, keeping potty training little ones from peeing on the couch, waiting-for-the-bus-in-the-freezing-cold-without-shoes-or-undergarments-on-and-hoping-the-neighbors-don’t-drive-by?
Remember those days?
They’re long gone now.
It dawned on me this morning that it will probably be 25 years before I have a leaisurely morning again. That’s a little depressing. Not that mornings are horrible. They’re just hectic. I look at the clock each morning and give myself a pep talk:
You can do this. You are in control. You are strong and confident. You will survive. Today’s gonna be a great hair day. You’re good enough, you’re smart enough and doggonit – People like you.
Some mornings it really works. I hop out of bed and I am on.my.game. Like a ballerina I float through the house leaving peace and cleanliness in my wake. (And my hair looks fabulous!) Most mornings, however, I’m more like the proverbial bull in a china shop. I’m stumbling from here to there and by 8:00 it appears that a natural disaster has swept through our walls. I’ll give you one guess as to how this morning has been.
Thank God for caffinated tea (and sometimes coffee)! I couldn’t move without a cup of hot, legalized uppers to get me through the mornings. Can I get an amen?
Top of the mornin’ to you all!