School is killing me.
I know, I know – I kept saying how I couldn’t wait for school to start again, but I am SO TIRED. It’s not the excitement or the cramming in errands while they’re gone. It might have something to do with having to get up at 6:30 a.m.
And mornings and I don’t get along very well.
This morning, I wrote Griffin’s name and end-of-school mode of transportation on the back of the nice little label that his teacher provided. (The paper, not the sticky part.) I couldn’t find my purse, which was hanging on the hook right in front of me. I beg the big kids not to wake up Nathan in hopes that I can crawl back into bed after they leave. I was glad when they both decided to buy lunch today so I could lay back down for a few minutes before they left instead of spreading peanut butter on bread with my eyes half-closed.
Nathan slept until about 8:40 this morning (which has something to do with staying awake until 11 p.m. last night because he took a nap in the afternoon…which officially ends today). When he woke me up, I still couldn’t make myself move. He helped himself to two yogurt drinks (and, I discovered, even though they are of the “low sugar” variety, drinking two will still cause a three year old to turn on his LeapFrog banjo music and bounce all over the kitchen until the sugar high wears off).
I finally dragged myself out of my beautiful, soft, cozy bed – still bleary-eyed and confused – until I drank deeply of my little piece of heaven.
(Oh, how I wish I were spiritual enough to claim that I sat down with my Bible and journal and allowed the Spirit of the Living God to awaken my soul in song. God and I determined a long time ago that this activity at this time of day was simply not realistic for me. It ain’t gonna happen.)
No, I am referring to the ethereal power of frappaccino. It’s a beautiful thing.
I was feeling awake enough to get to the gym before lunch, only to discover that my new running shoes rub a blister on my heel. So much for the invigorating workout.
We’re all adjusting. There have been many seasons of my life when I have had to wake up before 7 a.m. (I don’t remember much about them.) I suppose I can make myself do it again.