6:45 a.m. | Overstuffed Overstuffed

Thursday, October 29, 2009

6:45 a.m.

The alarm goes off.  I roll over to press the snooze button, and nearly smash the three-year old who has taken up residence next to me sometime in the middle of the night.  I grope for the alarm clock, press the button, and snuggle back into my down comforter.

Nine minutes later, the beeping starts again.  I sit up this time, careful not to disturb Sophia, and press that magical snooze button once more.

Another nine minutes passes, and this time my husband groggily asks, "What time is it?"

I carefully reach over Sophia to feel around for the alarm clock and wonder why I am the one who has to sleep next to it.  I am the blind one who can't see the time anyway. I am the mother, the one that Sophia wants to cuddle with every time she wakes up to use the bathroom.  That is what mommies are for.  Daddy is for playing, but there is no playing at two a.m.  She comes to my side of the bed in the middle of the night.

I finally manage to grab the clock without waking Sophia and bring it up to my face to read the time.

"It's 7:04."  I tell my sleepy husband.  Outside the window there is no hint of a sunrise.  It could just as well be one in the morning as seven.

Neither of us wants to get out of the warm bed in the blackness and we especially don't want to face the freezing cold that awaits.  We try to take turns getting the girls up and ready and off to school on the bus.  I did it yesterday and today is his turn.

"If you do it today, I promise to get up with them for the rest of the week," he bargains.  Not an unusual request, especially since he burned the midnight oil grading papers the night before. It's also a request I can't refuse.

I let out a sigh.  Then I carefully crawl out of my cozy cocoon to face the day.  I find my glasses, step into my slippers, grab a sweater, turn on a light and trudge up the stairs to wake the girls.

It takes me a few minutes to encourage them to come out of their own blankets and get dressed.  But they do it, gradually waking up and remembering things they need to tell me about.  Excited for another day of school.  Upcoming field trips, Halloween parties, friends and schoolwork.  I brush their hair as they chatter at me, tiredly answering their questions and exclamations.

Once beds are made, we go downstairs where they eat their breakfast and I make their lunches.  Then I  must find the backpacks, making sure I have signed all important papers and homework planners.  The girls hurry upstairs to brush their teeth and I pull on my jeans and a sweatshirt, socks and tennis-shoes, scarf and hat, coat and gloves.

They rush down to bundle themselves in their own jackets and mittens, and we head out the door into the black morning.  We arrive at the bus stop, converse with friends until the bus arrives, and off they go to school.

I turn to head home, and just as I arrive at my front door, I hear the University bells chiming 8:00.  It is still cold and dark.  Joel is now up and around, but I go back into bed and cuddle with my youngest daughter until she finally wakes up wanting breakfast.

I love mornings.

25 comments :

  1. Mornings are the worst time of the day!

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  2. I loved this piece! You're such a good writer—I can just feel the cold air and cozy warm blankets.

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  3. Crawling out of a warm, cozy bed into the cold morning ranks very high in the list of things I don't like to do. You're a nice mom to get up and help your girls out like that:)

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  4. I'm stuck on the fact that you and Joel take turns. That would so rock. It's always me around here.

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  5. Lara, I love this post. I can feel the quiet darkness of your mornings, the voices of your girls as you tiredly do their hair...it makes me feel like getting up early might not be too bad--as long as I can go back to sleep later! ;)

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  6. Great post, I did get stuck on the thought that "the rest of the week" is just tomorrow, as far as getting ready for school in the morning goes at least :)

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  7. Ah, "Parenthood, is truly a partnership, a partnership with God!" Great post!

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  8. Audrey: I've been working on this post for a while. It didn't happen like that this morning. That particular deal was made on a Tuesday. This morning I stayed in bed. :)

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  9. Isn't it wonderful being the night time favorite? For some reason my husband is that favorite. My son wakes up in the middle of the night calling for Daddy. I still have to get him, but he runs straight for Daddy, and Daddy gets to put him back to bed when it is time.

    Cold mornings are the worst! I am glad you got a whole week of morning bed time instead of just one day. :)

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  10. I wish I had a heater that turned itself on at 7:00 AM. That would make cold mornings so much better!

    Fun post.

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  11. I too loved reading this piece, and agree wholeheartedly that you are a great writer! Sometimes it is so hard to crawl out of that warm bed in the mornings. I think its great Joel agreed to do it the rest of the week! :)

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  12. That was a sweet post, although it involved some unpleasantness. :) Mornings are so much easier when it's light outside. :)

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  13. You are way too ambitious in the mornings... c'mon making beds??? Before breakfast?? Okay, maybe that says too much about myself.

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  14. My bargaining doesn't usually make any headway. Admittedly, I'll say things like, "If you'll drive the kids to seminary, I'll give you ten thousand dollars."

    He doesn't believe I'm good for it, even though I promise to write him a check there and then!

    And my bed is never made before mid-day, because every morning I tell myself, "After you get the kids off to school and your students are gone, you have my permission to go back to bed."

    I don't take myself up on the offer, but leavinig the option open is the only thing that rolls me out in the first place.

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  15. I love how you described it as a cozy cocoon. I want to be a hybernating caterpillar all winter long.

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  16. My husband is a morning person and would do all of that every morning if he wasn't already at work!!! So, I am slowly (snails pace) converting to a morning person ... it is such a perfect, peaceful time of day, I really should enjoy it more! And I am with you on the clock issue - I can't read it either.

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  17. You love mornings. I love snooze buttons. And naps.

    What a great little slice of life you've painted for us here!

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  18. Dang girl, you are so stinkin' lucky!

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  19. Just reading that made me cold! However, it sounds so familiar. Ah the joys of an ordinary life!

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  20. Where is the working out
    the scripture reading?
    really, I am obviously a morning person.

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  21. Wow, I really felt your experience here. It is so incredibly hard to get up on cold mornings.

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  22. This was great. Sounds so much like my mornings (minus the bargaining).

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  23. I like that I get to visit fall through your eyes rather than having to live in it. :)

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  24. I loved your writing on this post. I felt right there with you. I wish I was a morning person & hope to be someday...

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  25. Beautiful images. I wish that I could focus enough on one thing right now to be able to even come close to describing what goes on in my life like you do in yours. You're awesome - I want to be like you when I grow up!
    And, you must live waaaay on the west side of your time zone to not get light til 8:30! It gets light here around 7:15ish. But of course it gets dark earlier to make up for it…
    :~D

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