The power went out this morning, for all of about 20 seconds. How badly can this throw us off? You’d be surprised. First of all, many clocks no longer functioned, but the real issue was the alarm clock that announces that it’s time to brush teeth–or rather, time to shift gears. You cannot argue with an automated bugle. You CAN argue with mommy, or at least you can try. You can’t win, but you can burn a lot of energy and turn mommy into a screaming, shrieking, Â pointing maniac, especially if your argument is based in part on the fact that (due to an unfortunate incident last night) you are now the possessor of only two toothbrushes.
I am not sure I’ve ever felt sillier than when standing at the bottom of the stairs screaming that there are some children in the world who don’t have toothbrushes at all.
The thing is that I am not good in the morning, and Lily takes after me, and any interaction between us in the morning is bound to be a bad thing. It doesn’t really matter how much sleep we get, or where we’re going–we just need a lot of morning coddling. I need mine in the form of not having anyone at all talk to me or ask anything of me for several hours. Lily needs hers in the form of having me do everything for her and baby her until she’s feeling less fragile. You can see the conflict there. (And I can quite see that if I could get up several hours earlier and get over myself, that would improve matters, but I am who I am, which is a person who would naturally stay up every night until 2 and not get up until 10. I’ve done a LOT to accomodate them in this way. Â I am MUCh better than I was. But there is only so much I can do, and getting up at 5 every day would mean that I would be incapable of leading the rest of my life).
I really just don’t dig mornings!
Ok, one more day for the contest in the last post–I’m still taking hints and tips to make things better.