I can't stand to waste a beautiful day. The minute I see the sunlight cast on my wall when I open my eyes I get motivated. The anticipation of a bright sunny morning makes me want to jump out of bed, get dressed and get things accomplished. I get happy. I want to clean my entire room in 15 minutes, cook a three course breakfast, do my half-hour workout DVD, take my kids to the park and enjoy their cute little smiles and enchanting laughter then take a relaxing walk back home to make them whatever their little hearts desire for lunch. So I slide my feet to the edge of the bed, stand up, walk to my bedroom door and as I open it and start to walk down the hall my silver-lined cloudy vision begins to clear as I her Mia crying to get out of the crib, and Leila whining, "Not you, Mommy. I want Daddy!"
The record playing the happy symphony in my mind comes to a screeching halt and the sunlight suddenly becomes significantly darker. I turn around, head straight back to my side of the bed and in one swift motion I lift both feet into the bed and swing them around to kick my husband out.
"Just gimme 15 more minutes," I tell him without even glancing up to see the look on his face, which I'm sure is saying "What the hell?" and I pull the covers back over my head and close my eyes.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
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