Are you a rise and shine morning mom? Not me.
My grandmother in Northern Ireland was the best morning person I have ever met. When I was younger, we visited her and stayed at the farm-house. I will always remember coming down in the mornings to the sweetest greeting. “Good morning my love!” she sang.
She would smile at me while she offered me a seat at the breakfast table. The wood stove was warming up the room, the tea was brewing and I could smell the toast. It was the most pleasant way to wake up in the morning. I always wished I could be this pleasant in the mornings. But I am not a morning mom.
I have never been a morning person and probably never will be. I think I have actually gotten worse over the years. My husband seems to have no problem as he hits the alarm with quick reflexes and jumps out of bed every morning. I think it annoys him that he has to nudge me several times before I rise from the bed.
It takes me a few minutes to get my bearings, open my eyes, and drag my body out of the bed.
Even once I am vertical, I still have trouble waking.
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I stumble to the kitchen to start the kettle for tea and go upstairs to grab our baby. Every stair takes effort as I lift my legs one at a time. My baby is bright-eyed and his smile gives me a boost of energy as I begin to wake up. As I change and feed him, my next youngest son sits with us and talks to us. This should be a loving moment but at this time of day his voice seems particularly loud to me and he is really “in my space.”
I feel guilty as it is not his fault that he embraces each morning with zest and enthusiasm, but his loudness makes me want to crawl back into bed where I was safe and warm and it was quiet. It was really quiet. The oldest two are busy getting breakfast, taking the dog out, and getting ready for school.
The house is loud as usual and my body is trying to keep up with the chaos of the morning routine. I somehow manage to get the oldest three out the door to the bus just in time and the house falls quiet once again. It is about this time of day when I can say that I am truly awake and ready to start the day.
This is truly unfortunate timing for my children, but I just can’t help it.
I am not a morning mom.
Maybe I should hold that memory of my Grandmother in my mind when I wake. I should try to greet my family members with a “Good morning my love!” song. Somehow, I just don’t think I could pull it off. Sorry kids.