SSSHHHH…It’s too early!

Ever wake up in the morning on the wrong side of the bed…I’m not talking about trying to get in a little snuggle before you start your day with your hubby, partner or significant other…I’m talking about just being in a rotten mood from the time your feet hit the floor?

I think I told you before, I am not a morning person.  I don’t like to get up early (but I do), and I don’t like to talk to people right after I wake up.

When I was younger, hearing voices in the morning, especially ones that sang, ”In the jungle, the mighty jungle”, would make me physically ill.  I am serious! I would be sick on my stomach until the awful noise stopped.

For me, mornings should be a time of reflection.  A time to mentally prepare for the day.  A time to get your zen on.  A time to focus on what tasks needed to be completed and what goals need to be accomplished.

Who am I kidding? 

Mornings are for being quiet and leaving me alone until I have had my exercise and my coffee.  Then and only then, am I going to be ready to chat it up.

Once I am on an endorphine high and have had sufficient caffine, I can then begin to transition into the overly excited, it’s going to be  a great day, happy mommy roll that consumes my entire being.  That is, until just about the time I pull into the parking lot at work.

Just be glad you (or anyone else for that matter) doesn’t have to see my until after 6am.

Don’t think for one minute that I came up with this brilliant idea of being really quiet in the mornings all by myself. Maybe you didn't know, but this is actually a law and it is enforced by nature.

Don’t’ believe me?

Go outside early tomorrow morning.  By early, I mean sometime before the sun comes up.  What do you think you will hear? 

I’ll tell you.  Aside from the newspaper guy speeding through the neighborhood, or the man trimming hedges in the pitch, black dark (while holding a flashlight), or the loud little Cessna trying to dive bomb my house,  you won’t hear anything.  Nothing.  Zip.  Zilch. Nada.  Just silence (can you really hear silence…never mind…moving on).

No frogs.  No crickets.  No birds.  No nothing (yes, I am aware that I could have combined all that into one sentence and made it fancy sounding but I am trying to make a point here).  You won’t hear anything.

You see…there is this law in the Articles and Constitution of Nature that states that making noise early in the morning is a crime, and in my opinion, punishable by stiff fines and a long imprisonment.

Side note: Just because you can wake up early, DOES NOT MAKE YOU A MORNING PERSON.  True morning people are only a myth. They are just characters in books.  Hear me when I say…THEY ARE NOT REAL! 

Listen, I’m not asking for people to tip toe around me for an entire day.  I’m just asking for about an hour or so just for me.  That’s all.  Not much - Sixty little minutes.

I’m a smart girl!  I don’t try to punish people with my quirkiness, so I get up earlier than everyone else in my house, every day, to make this time as smooth and painless as possible. 

Lately, my internal alarm has been waking me up at 4am.  Wish I knew how to shut that dang thing off. 

Trust me, the other occupants of my house enjoy their morning quiet time too, regardless of what they will tell you.  You can defiantly tell when you have overstepped the noise bounds in our house by the moans, groans, squeals and sometimes the evil eye that is staring right at you.  I guess you could say we all complement each other well.

Apparently, the apple truly doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Uh oh…what’s that?

Quiet time is over…let’s go out and make this a GREAT Noisy KIND OF DAY!

 

These pics have absolutely nothing to do with this post other than I thought you might like to know that after 6 years of waiting, my crepe myrtles finally decided to grow (a pink one and a purple one...imagine that)!!!