Monday, October 19, 2009

Not an Early Morning Sort of Person

I've never liked getting up early. I need time to wake up, to gather my thoughts, to drink coffee, and pull myself together.

When I worked, I liked to get to school about an hour early, to get organized and ready for the day ahead.

I still get up early, to have time with Wick before he leaves for work, but he doesn't expect much more than minimal communication, a little snuggling, and a few kisses before he goes out the door.

Morning at Jeana's house is different. Saturday morning.... I was not at my best.

First, I had to get up earlier than I wanted, because Frankie insisted on going outside at the crack of dawn.

Then everyone else was up.

All those kids' smiling faces.

Paul Simon's Graceland playing in the background.

Jeana making coffee.

Scott chirping like the early bird who gets the fat, juicy worm.

All that cheerfulness--it's downright depressing.

1 comment:

Theresa said...

Jan, I really think you and I may have been twins separated at birth!

My hubby has learned that he MUST give me at least an hour before he starts talking and expecting answers! I get to work early to get things organized in my cubby, and, Lord help me, if someone decides to be chatty and cheerful before I've had my Diet Pepsi.

I think in your place I would have put a fake smile on and said see you in an hour!