Motherhood & Early Mornings

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A couple of times a year my son has early morning basketball for intramural at his junior high school. And on some of these forsaken mornings I have to pull my ugly (yes ugly, I am not a pretty sight first thing in the morning, never have been and never will be) butt out from underneath perfectly warm and cozy covers to stumble through the house. I pull on a jacket, no changing from the pajamas yet, slip on some slides, I do not have the coordination to put on regular shoes, and drive like a drunken sailor across town. You will laugh at what time this is, for most people it's, what, like 6:00 am for it to be early. Nope for me it is anything before 8:00 am.I like to get up at 7:30, slowly. Bathroom, coffee, computer, with the news on in the background. Trifle with that and my head swells. I prefer to stay up until 11:00ish and force myself to lay down at 10:00 pm when I know that I have to get up early.

I am a bear in the mornings so much so that I can remember the last time I woke up alert and perky. Once thirteen years ago. It was strange and very wrong. Like who am I and what did someone do to the real me kind of wrong. Everyone knows not to mess with me in the morning. I can make life full of cruel and unusual punishment for those who have the audacity to say "Good Morning" before I've had my coffee. Wait, even funnier is the fact that I drink decaffeinated coffee so it's not the caffeine that does it, it's the warmth that seeps through my bones. By the way, once a caffeine drinker gets dependent upon it, their wakefulness is only as good as a person's whose not dependent on it. Without the dependent person is less awake that a person who is not dependent on it. Therefore if you can avoid it do so for this reason among many others. My son, being the child that he is, doesn't always get this and is full of conversation on the car ride to school. I bite my tongue, sipping my coffee, and remember that it is better to be energetic and ready to attack the day like he is now. He can despise mornings as I do later in life.

On one forum Violette says "I am the same exact way (about not wanting to wake up) it is a real problem. I don't know why either I think it's because I don't like keeping the worlds schedule, waking up at 7 am, sitting in a car thru a nightmarish commute, so I can place myself in an office chair for nine hours a day and come home exhausted with no energy left to live my life. If it were up to me I'd keep my own schedule. I'm a hard worker I would still get my work done, but I'd work at night when it's quiet and peaceful. When creativity strikes I would work for 12 hours straight, and not have to put myself in bed because I have to wake up at the crack of dawn and get myself into that office chair. This is essentially what tortures me. I am a slave. I want out. I don't know what to do. I worked for ten years just to get out of poverty and here I am." Ditto Violette, ditto.