Typical Morning

Mine starts at about 7:00ish. More like too early-ish to me. I have never been a morning person. High school I had to be to drill team practice my six. College by eight. And five years at the Sheriff's office by seven. And to this day I still cringe every time I hear Millie's little footsteps trample down the hall. Horrible, I know. Only two things will get me out of bed, Easter morning and Christmas morning. Oh, and maybe for Zac Efron bringing me a platter full of bacon in nothing but scruffed up jeans that are dusty from a hard mornings work on the ranch.

Occasionally Chris and I find each other's foot or slip our fingers into one another's. Sometimes we spoon. But that is about the extent to our cuddling. Not that we don't want to cuddle. But I am hear to tell you, skinny people do not cuddle. There is a lot of poking (not the good kind), dead limbs from cut off circulation, "Your elbow. Your elbow! Your elbow is cutting me!"

Chris gets in the shower soon after we untangle ourselves from each other like two pieces of barbed wire. Millie arrives and demands the iPad. Are any of you still reading this? Or have you heaved your screen across the room because I am just that ridiculous? Well, it gets worse. My poor excuse for a mother heaves her into my bed and turns on Tangled or Cars 2. The only two movies this tiny human will watch. Then she demands "breh-key!" (breakfast) and I say she can't go eat breakfast because we only live in a two by two foot house and Jack will wake up the second her Cheerios hit the bowel. I a depriving their little growing tummies of food and I just can't help it! Then I pull the covers over my head with a grin and a guilty conscience because I think we both know that Jack won't wake up, mama just needs more time. About four minutes back into my slumber the inevitable happens, the second set of feet runs down the hall upstairs. 

I put some clothes on, listen to the kids fight over who will unzip Spike from his kennel and feed him, and head upstairs.

Trust me, I morph from zombie to mother shortly after 8:00. I have never been a real coffee drinker, does it really help? Anyone else a pitiful morning mother like myself? Please say yes, just one of you say yes.