Every morning, my husband gets up and showers before the sun even rises. It is so tempting to stay warm in bed and under the covers, but I know that if I fall back asleep I will be setting a tone for the day that is hard to recover.
It’s hard being Type A.
So even though the toddler is still snoozing and the sun is just peeking through the morning sky, I get up and brew a cup of coffee and kiss my husband goodbye. It’s quiet in the house, so I sneak upstairs to begin working, hammering out a post or editing pictures before 7am. It is so much easier to answer emails by myself rather than having a Matchbox car zooming across my legs or Curious George playing in the background. If Harrison sleeps a little later, I get dressed and fix my hair – I’m trying not to live in yoga pants (although they are so comfy!). When Harrison rattles his door to come out, I already have one cup of coffee coursing through my veins and a few tasks under my belt, so I’m in a much better mood. We make breakfast and I’ve already checked my email, so it’s just me and him and no cell phone at the table. He asks to see an episode of Curious George while I clean up dishes from last night’s dinner.
When I get up early, it sets a tone of “Let’s get stuff done and have fun!” for the day. When I roll over and snooze, it seems that Harrison and I both have trouble facing the day.
Like how he wakes up and I’m still asleep and then I wake up with that feeling “He’s up already?” (oh, that was hard to admit!)
And then I’m checking email while he eats breakfast and he asks to watch George and I’m still in my pajamas trying to wake up. So I join him for cartoons and then the dishes don’t get done. He asks to go outside to play but I have adult things that need to be done (like dishes and making beds since the house is on the market) and I feel like a failure as a mom because it seems I’m always behind and always distracted.
I wish it wasn’t this way, of course. But then again, those quiet mornings in the dark morning sure are nice.