Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Joy Comes In The Morning
Perhaps this morning was my answer to the oft asked question as why God saw fit to put a night owl with little morning chickadees. I am not a morning person. I believe this trait has been well documented. God must have a reason for allowing me to birth children with such unnatural tendencies as to get up before the first light of day.
Yesterday morning I awoke on my own without the benefit (and I use that term with a great deal of sarcasm - just in case you missed it) of a not-so-little voice jolting me out of sweet, sweet slumber. Whirling Dervish believes it is his responsibility to act as alarm clock. I much prefer the real thing. At least with alarm clocks you can throw them across the room and no one questions your parenting choices - or your sanity.
I quietly crept from bed and jumped onto the computer -- the only kind of exercise I can tolerate before 7:00am. Before long, I heard some giggling and went to investigate. I saw three pairs of rather wide eyes peering back at me between sandy blonde hair and hastily pulled up covers. I threw myself onto the bed and a tickle fight ensued with my daughter. In a flash my two sons joined us and we were all giggling. Now, that, dear reader, is how to start the morning.
Especially for a grumpy, alarm clock flinging night owl like me.