I'm not a morning person. Never have been, probably never will be. My better half (Joel) is, and used to be my wake-up call. Now I'm re-learning how to be self-sufficent since Joel is working third shift and sleeping when I get up.
My usual workday morning:
6:40 a.m. First phone alarm, "light," starts going off, gently signaling I need to wake up. I reach over from where I lay in the middle of the bed towards the night stand and hit snooze, then drift off until it sounds again 10 minutes later. Repeat hitting snooze and drifting off at least twice more.
7:05 a.m. Second phone alarm, "instance," punctuates the air, theoretically indicating I need to get up NOW. Wish Joel were there. Reach over and hit snooze. Repeat.
7:20 a.m. Lay in bed, awake, and determine how long I can stay warm under the covers. Try not to fall back asleep. Depending on the morning, I may get up 10 minutes later, or 30 minutes later. Lately, it's been closer to 30 minutes.
7:50 a.m. to 8:40 a.m.(ish)Do my hair, pick out and put on clothes, apply makeup, pack gym clothes (if needed), make cup of coffee, pack lunch, run back to room for cell phone or some other forgotten item, turn off lights, frantically get in car and hurry to work.
This morning, however, was glorious. It was like it used to be. Joel had to take Deanna to the airport for a quick trip to South Carolina, so he stayed awake when he got home from work.
6:40 a.m. First phone alarm, "light," starts going off, gently signaling I need to wake up. I reach over from where I lay in the middle of the bed towards the night stand and hit snooze, then drift off until it sounds again 10 minutes later. Repeat hitting snooze and drifting off.
7 a.m. Joel comes into the room, gives me a kiss on the cheek and rubs my back, wishing me good morning. I mumble a "good morning" back, half asleep but happy.
7:15 a.m. Joel comes back into the room, turns a bedside lamp on, rubs my back again. Encourages me to get up, which I seriously consider.
7:20 a.m. Throw off the covers and start getting ready. Joel brings me a cup of coffee and I give him a huge hug.
8:20 a.m. Pack my lunch, give Joel another hug and head out the door, mentally singing Christmas carols. Wish every day could be like this again.
1 comment:
Joel is a saint. :-) Kent and I occasionally have this type of exchange (in reverse, of coure), but after I shake his foot and yell at him to get up, I just say, "Fine, if you want to be late, it's not my problem" and leave. Lol.
Glad you got to have one nice morning of the way it used to be! I'll be praying for 1st shift soon.
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