Does the morning have to come so early? My typical morning goes something like this…. become aware of the birds twittering and tweeting outside my window (more like a cacophony of screeches and squaawls), five minutes later… the cell phone alarm goes off…. beep, birrup, beep. Attempt to get out of bed quietly so as not to disturb more fortunate individuals who don’t have to get up at 5:30. Stagger to the shower, shoo cats out of the way so that I can get into the shower. Stand in front of wardrobe wandering what the hell to wear. Stand in front of four slices of bread wandering what the hell to put on them. (To make tasty and imaginative school lunchboxes every day – is an artform all of its own). Try to shut the two delinquent cats up – so that they don’t wake the entire household. Tip toe into youngest’s bedroom to say goodbye (if I don’t, there’s hell to pay later on), tip toe into my bedroom to say goodbye to the ‘more fortunate individual’. Try once more to shut the bloody cats up and then slip quietly out the door to start my day.
I just wish someone would push the morning back a few hours…