Mornings

Sigh...I am just not a morning person. It isn't in my make up. I cannot open my eyes all the way, I cannot walk in a straight line, and I certainly cannot engage in conversation until I've had my coffee and a few minutes (okay more like a half hour...at least) to pull myself together (Okay, okay to check my email and my google reader)

Growing up, my mother was a morning person. You know one of those early risers that wake up all perky and smiley. She delighted in waking me up in the most happy, sunshiney way possible and then giggled as I bumbled around all morning and grunted responses.

Then I married a morning person, who also laughs at me as I squint and sigh. In fact, I have a habit of lying in bed until I hear the car pull out of the driveway so I can avoid conversation stay out of his way while he gets ready for work.

Lucky for me, my third child, the first one of my delightful offspring to wake every morning, is also not a morning person. He gets it, and is perfectly content to hang out on the couch with a blanket and a cup of milk to watch an episode of Sesame Street. By the time it is over, I am sufficiently caffeinated and ready to face the day.























Thanks Chris, you're the best.