It is 7:30 a.m. and Sanj is calling me. It is summer time, I don’t need to get up! Oh yah, downstairs in our family room are a bunch of boys sprawled everywhere. Sammy is having a sleep-over. It is his birthday party a bit late. I need to run to the grocery store before Sanj leaves for work.
I get to the store just as it opens. It is so quiet and peaceful. All the items on the shelves look so neat and fresh. There are no line ups. There is hardly any noise.
I wish I was a morning person. I would get up while the sun is coming up. I would drink my coffee and inhale the silence.
I would shower in peace with no one banging on the door. Then I would make a great breakfast. Fresh banana muffins… the smell of eggs and bacon … fresh cut fruit… everything laid out ready for my family.
I am sure I would have put a couple of loads of laundry away. My day would be off to a great start.
I am not a morning person. I tumble out of bed, annoyed at the bothersome voices bugging me for breakfast. My eyes were not made to open so abruptly. Is breakfast really necessary? The most important meal of the day? THAT fact was made by a morning person.
Cereal and milk… oh have a banana, too. Will that tie you over for a bit? PLEASE? I want to lay on the couch just a few more minutes. Josh is saying, “No, don’t close your eyes!” My day has begun.
I wish there was a pill that I could take to function better in the morning. It seems the world is made for morning people. Why can’t school start at 10 a.m.? Who started the 9-5 foolishness? To bad breakfast could not be at 10 o’clock at night.
I better get going as I have a bunch of extra mouths waiting for a yummy breakfast this morning.