The Morning Ritual

I'll be the first to admit that there are days when I'd prefer to say in bed....just pull the pillow over my head and block out the madness for a few more hours. I don't wake up "bright eyed and bushy tailed" and I never have, you can ask my parents. The fact that the sun stays in bed until almost 11am right now isn't making getting up any easier...but I know I must. When I finally coax my feet to hit the floor they carry me straight to the coffee pot. This happens every day.

I, my friends, am a repeat offender.

You would think that having to get up everyday at 5am would exhaust Nate enough to sleep in on the weekends. You would think. The problem lies in the programming. After 4 years of 5am wake-up calls with a year of that being deployment, his body is programmed to get up. It couldn't care less if it's Saturday morning, even if he cares very much.

Everyday, he is up by 7am (at the latest) and I lay in bed arguing with the dogs about it being Saturday, and I don't care if daddy is up, please stop licking my toes and leave me alone. Ok, fine. I'm getting up. Stupid dogs. And straight to the coffee pot I go.

We make an effort not to speak to each other in the mornings. Not speaking before my first cup of coffee makes me much more agreeable for the rest of the day. I try not to talk to him before he has eaten. A discarded cereal bowl usually means I'm good. And heaven forbid we have to go out before coffee and cereal! I shudder for every airline worker who has to deal with us on an early flight. ;)

It's funny to me that the only part of my day when I don't want to talk to him is the first 10 minutes. Maybe I'm subconsciously saving my marriage, lol, but as soon as I get the sleep out of my eyes, there is nowhere else I'd rather be than right here beside him....I'd just prefer we take a nap. :)

Love and Hugs,