here comes the sun

I am a morning person. As long as I get close to eight hours of sleep, I am good to go. I like my blinds open as soon as I wake up (except the ones in the front room, which if opened would suggest idiocy as they face east and have no awning or trees blocking the morning sun). I like my bed made the moment we are out of it. None of this means that I am in here accomplishing endless tasks. Nor does it mean that I enjoy morning jogs while my children slumber. I am not a hero. I wish. I just like it. It gives me a sense of taking charge of the day.

Up until recently, I have equated my being a morning person and not caring who knows it with getting myself and two chickletts ready and out the door first thing to do great and wonderful things. Yes, a trip to target in quest of Market Pantry string cheese is a glorious errand, it's the only kind I'll eat now having discovered it.

I have actually only accomplished this a handful of times leaving me discouraged and frustrated in my failure.

As my routine with a now almost seven month old (eeeeeek!) is solidified, I am discovering that the hours between five and seven o'clock in the eve are no fun. I abhore them. It is too late for naps and too early for bed, plus there are hungry mouths to feed. Generally they are synchronized in their restlessness qualifying my hatred for this time of night. It goes without saying that I have given up all obligations to cook dinner for Clint and myself.

Alas, there is resolve. The bells just rang in the eleven a.m. hour. My blinds are open. My bed is made. Sadi is bathed yet only half dressed. Colin is waking from his first nap. And I, I sit with the computer in my lap, still in my pj's, blogging. And it's o.k. I am happily enjoying it. Perhaps today, like yesterday, we'll jaunt across the street to the park and have a picnic before afternoon nap time. But come five p.m. I will load the kids in the car and drive down the street to get my string cheese. Those two little hours will then escape me and all will be well.