Each morning begins at 6:30am. It starts with the peaceful sounds of ocean waves and seagulls calling in the background. I reach over and smack the off button, untangle myself from the warmth of the comforter that has trapped my body for the past 6-8 hours and attempt to pound a hole in one of the stairs on the way up. I cannot trust my twelve-year-old to get up when his bull horn of an alarm goes off each morning, which prompts my early awakening and makes me crankier when I think about it. I can feel the hair sticking up but don’t really care since I am not and will not be in a beauty pageant any time soon.
I swipe his light on, and stomp into the kitchen to find my first cup of coffee. My husband stands next to the coffee maker for his dose of morning amusement as he makes fun of how little my eyes will open. (I am quite positive my face does NOT look like that!) I make my way back into our bedroom, ignoring the chuckles that follow in my wake. I kiss Mr. C. goodbye and send him out the door. One down, two to go.
It is not until coffee cup number two that my eyes are totally open and I am able to take stock of what it is that I need to complete that day. Do I have class, do I blog, do we have food? The seagulls and waves begin once again alerting me that it is now time to go back upstairs to wake child number two and make sure she actually leaves the bed. I also have to make sure child number one catches the bus or it’s going to be a really long walk. (Not really, someone would probably have a problem with that.) Two down, one to go.
I do not go back to my room because I know that I will have to wake up child number two (again) in roughly ten minutes.
Ten minutes later, I check my email. I get myself ready for the day and wait for the second bus to whisk child number two away.
No matter what I have to do that day, my morning ritual ends with the same Calgon moment as the last bus putts down the road and I listen to the absence of child grumbles, roars and chatter. I sip the last five minutes of my coffee and enjoy the five minutes that are totally mine.
What are your mornings like?