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.