That guy or gal

Today I think I really get to be that guy. The one who is proud of his/her self for taking the time to write and think and then write some more.

I may also manage to meander my way to the gym, another activity which I may or may not find a sense of personal pride in. There may also be a component of personal obligation since I spent the majority of my weekend drinking fruit juice for adults only and eating pizza. Yup even ate said left over pizza from last night as breakfast/lunch today.

... ok so decided that I needed to actually make it to the gym, plus momentary writers block so to speak.

There are a lot of "things" that any one person can write about. What distinguishes is figuring out which of them is important or not. Similar to conversation. This topic is probably not of those in the aforementioned important category, but it's what I want to meddle in right this minute, so either read and be good with it or move on.


When I get up with my kids in the morning, I periodically have to remind myself that I really don't like getting up in the morning but that doesn't mean that I don't like getting up and getting the day going. I have to remind myself of this because I have a bad tendency to believe that I tell them once to get up and that means they should get up and muddle through their morning routine no different than I do. But they don't. I have to go in four or five times to remind them that they need to get up and get moving and get dressed and get swim stuff packed for camp, and before a cup of coffee it can be exhausting.

But then I get called on said behavior. Reminded that I have no sympathy for the morning hum drum, as I snooze my alarm at least 3 times before I actually wiggle my butt out of bed. And most importantly that I should ease up, come in and give them gentle sweet kisses, "Come on sweetie, it's time to get up now" in that awesome mom singsong voice you hear in cartoons and reality TV shows that are about as real as me fitting into a size 4 ever again... random rant I know but hold on with me for a second.

So now were are back to 5:45am and I have two kids to get up, dressed in either clothes or a bathing suit, two dogs to take out, feed, a lunch to be made for one kid, breakfast for both, and if the angels have been good to me that morning, get the Keurig to spit out a cup of coffee.

Waaa waa waa you say, just get up a little earlier, because my alarm going off at 5:15am isn't quite enough. Well here is what I say to you. Be the man/woman/child who has to get up and be responsible for getting the whole house up and moving, and still make it to work on time with all your expected cheer and chipper spewing, but not really, because you don't really want to be that guy who really seems like a morning person.

I guess my point of this whole bit, if you want to call it one, is as a person I can be horribly unsympathetic to the plight of others and their routines, or lack there of. That being said I make conscious effort to not judge on anything other than what is presented in front of me. If you want to judge me and tell me how I should function my day, well then don't be surprised when I reciprocate and give you pointers on how to function yours.

I don't like getting up and 5am, I know that, and for your sake my children, I will do my best to be in better control of the miserable wench that rolls out of bed most mornings. Maybe someday you will share in my frustrations and look back on your childhood and think 'wow what can I do to make it different?' Personally I have chosen to motivate you presently to the understanding that mommy has to get to work on time. Whether you want the sponge bob swim trunks, or not.

Sleep tight, and get your butt out of bed tomorrow, please and thank you.