I wish I could say I eagerly roll out of bed every morning, ready to start the day singing or something, but let’s just say I at least roll out of bed within 15 minutes of waking up (Paul may tell you otherwise, but he does\’t really know what I’m doing up there).
It’s dark outside and it’s too cold to get naked and put on warmer clothes, but for the sake of being warm (at least I don’t have to take a shower today), I succumb and push myself on, much like Bear Stays Up for Christmas, a cute tale of a Bear who is lovingly urged by his woodland creature friends to stay up with them just this one Christmas. It’s a fun story and I’ve become very familiar with it this winter since my kids have wanted me to read it again and again.
Much like the bear in the story, I have to fight the urge to curl up someplace warm and fall asleep as I stumble through my morning; thank God for warm coffee, which almost feels better being cradled in my cold hands than going down my small throat.
I am weak, and it’s hard to go against one\’s own will, but for the greater good, it\’s worth it to face the day and its challenges; my kids deserve it and so does my husband. And really, I’m not TOOO groggy, am I? I seem to make Abigail’s lunch every morning without fault except for yesterday when I forgot to put her drink in =-). Thank God for water fountains at school, besides, nobody can die of dehydration in 6 hours.
Well, Paul and the kids are out the door and now I will make the grocery list, clean the morning dishes, eat something nutritious besides coffee (isn’t coffee in the bean and legumes food group?) and perhaps I’ll clean the toilets … if I keep moving, I’ll get warmer and stay awake – that’s my plan; no hibernating for humans.