Monday, October 24, 2011
(Bending over my laptop at the Playland, cheap diet coke! Oh I love thee!)
Lately I have become obsessed with drinking coffee.
Not acutally drinking it! But what coffee drinking represents.
And not in the gross "smoke break/coffee break."
This post is NOT starting off well.
Okay, here's the thing: You know I struggle with mornings. I mean a lot. Not like in the "Mornings are mildly uncomfortable" way but in an "achy, I'm so tired I want to die and sell my children to the highest bidder" way. Every single day I feel this way.
I hate feeling this way. But with an-almost 11 month old who thinks sleeping at night is SILLY and having a natural night-person tendency, sleep is a a flighty temptress. Then with very early-rising children... blah. I know it's life, it's just the way it is right now.
Enter my obsession with coffee.
See, I start my day being woken up by Spencer waking up Oliver. I have to be UP and GOING immediately. I go from dead asleep to working in a split second.
But what I WANT is to wake up, stretch, saunter into the kitchen, and slowly start my day over a hot beverage. Hot chocolate!!
The idea of calmly, quietly, HAPPILY greeting the morning seems so lovely and dreamy.
I have tried getting up before my kids, and on days that is successful, it's AWESOME.
But, Ezra makes his way into my bed at some point in the night and by 5:30 in the morning he's in a light sleep-cycle and if I get up, he gets up, thus defeating my "get up before the kids" issue. I literally am trapped in my bed by my baby.
But, when the morning breaks, I just want to sit and browse the Pinterests and drink hot chocolate, for maybe, 30 minutes BEFORE anyone poops their pants or cries "WHAT IS FOR BREAKFAST!"
I need a morning commute. I need time to actually be awake and get centered before I start dealing with the demands of a job I love.