Wednesday, January 19, 2011
If The Sun's Not Up, Why Should I Be?
Because of this aversion to the morning, I have realized one thing that I am immensely thankful for- the age of my kids. My daughter will be nine here soon, my son is six, and thank goodness they know how to make a bowl of cereal and dress themselves. I've even taught my daughter how to use the toaster, so their morning breakfasts can have a little variety- cereal one day, a bagel the next. My daughter is the exact opposite of me; she sets her alarm in her room, gets up the first time it goes off, gets dressed, does her hair, fixes herself breakfast, and by this time, maybe Mommy has at least gotten out of the bed and is laying on the couch 'supervising' the morning routine. I can honestly say I have no idea where she gets this morning perkiness from. If I hadn't carried her for 9 months of my life, spent 29 1/2 hours in labor, and pushed her out myself, I would swear she was adopted.
I do drive them to school most mornings. Sometimes I'll wake up to find a Z wide awake (probably because she hasn't gone to bed yet), and she'll say, 'Go back to bed, I'll take the kids to school.' I love friends who understand me so well. But, on the mornings I do have to make the grueling 3 mile drive to the kids' school (horrible at 7:30 in the morning), I come back home to a quiet house, make my coffee, and generally start blogging or playing online somewhere.
I've been thinking a lot about my aversion to mornings lately, because, well, all of this is going to change here soon. No more life as a stay at home mom, I will be entering the workforce again as a single mom who needs to have hours similar to my kids' school, so daycare costs are at a minimum and I can be home with my kids at night. That means, getting up before them in the mornings (I'm sorry, but if it's too early for the sun to even be up, then why should I be?), getting myself ready to go to work, getting them up and ready, dropping them off at school, and heading to a 9-5er. I don't think I've ever worked a 9-5 job in my life. Nope, sure haven't (I know there isn't a break in the post, but I did pause for a few minutes to think.) I've worked a 10-6 job (with the occasional 3-9 shift thrown in on different days), an 11-7 job, a 10:30-4:30 job and a 12-12 job (yeah, you read that right, noon to midnight- blah). For the last 6 months, though, I've been a stay at home mom, so I don't want to say I've gotten accustomed to the laziness, but, well, I've gotten accustomed to the laziness.
So, yeah, the time is coming for me to put on my big girl panties, brew an extra strong pot of coffee, and keep my fingers crossed for getting adjusted as quickly as possible. But Universssssse, I don't wannnnnnnaaaaa be a reeeeealllllllllll adulttttttttttt. Suck it up, Morgan, there are two beautiful kids relying on you to do so...