Oh, what a beautiful Mornin’. Oh, what a beautiful day.
I’ve got a beautiful feelin’, everything’s goin’ my way.
~ From the 1955 Musical ‘Oklahoma’
Earlier (very earlier) Today
It is 5:30 a.m. (Yes – a.m., NOT p.m.) and for a brief moment I lay in our bed, allowing myself a few minutes to more s – l – o w – l y wake up.
Some days are easier then others. There are a few days that I need to be pulled out of bed. (Thank you husband!) Other days (and lately more often) I will pop right up, ready to start my day with gusto.
Okay, I’ll admit it. It’s true. I am a morning person and
most of the time I LOVE it. There is nothing like the beautiful peace and quiet of the morning silence.
In the morning, everything is fresh.
In the morning, I always feel rested.
And most of all…
In the morning, it is a new day and all my struggles seem small and surmountable. I wake up with confidence and clarity.
I can conquer just about any challenge, I can work and write with both optimism and hopefulness, and I can fix anything with the precision of a surgical doctor.
However, being a morning person does have its flaws…
Last Night (or really most any night)
At 4:30 p.m. is about the point – the point where it slowly starts to kick in. The point that I realize…
Yes, I have in fact been up and at ’em for 11 hours without one break
It is only 4:30 p.m.
I still have at least 3 (if I’m REAL lucky, realistically in the summer more like 5) hours left of daylight
I have about ZERO energy.
The seamless transition of the morning from:
- to mom
- to cleaning lady
- to judge and jury
- to taxi cab driver extraordinaire
- to WHATEVER other roll I randomly have to play during the day
starts beginning to feel …
NOT so seamless.
The lack of patience, the lower levels of tolerance – I feel it. I feel it like the beginning sniffles of a cold that you know is attempting to takeover your body. Every word from any person under the age of 10 begins to sound ever more loud and whiny with each passing minute.
And by 7ish the metamorphosis from surgically precise and optimistic Dr. Jekyll to Mrs. Run-and-Hyde (and maybe find a glass of wine to take with me) is complete.
I am just done. D. – O. – N. – E. Done.
In my mind, nobody in my household could possibly understand what the day has brought and how much energy I have drained. Every flaw – my own, my children’s, my husband’s – is magnified times 1000. And I am ready for bed. (And of course, nobody else is!)
Right Now (aka the afternoon I wrote this, around 2ish)
If the best part of being a morning person is the beauty of a silent house, the absolute worst part of being a morning person is 7 p.m.
So, because this whole
need to work peacefully early-rise-thing is here to stay, and because the 7:30 8:30 9:30 p.m. or later family bedtime in this household is also here to stay (at least for the summer), today, I’m trying something new.
Today I am trying something which I hope will stop the transformation from Dr. Jekyll to Mrs. Run-and-Hyde.
It’s called a nap.
And it’s not just for toddlers anymore.
Nope. Not one bit.
It’s also for busy, on-the-go, morning lovin’ moms – I swear to it.
Leave a comment: Are you an early-morning-riser-in-need-of-a-nap kinda parent? How do you work to get through the “witching hours” in your home and add to your “cup of patience?” (And less importantly, yet still significant – is that fact that I need a nap a sign that I am getting older, or that I am just doing too much?)
**Update: So far, so good – over the past few days I have managed to squeeze in about a 1/2 hour power nap nearly every day.
But whatever will I do when my toddler stops napping <— Wait, scratch that… positive thoughts… not even going there.**
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The week’s prompt was “How do you live like a champion,” and my answer
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