The thoughts for this entry came to me this morning on the way to school as I watched Mason in the rear view mirror. He isn't much of a morning conversationalist. None of my family is.... And it reminded me of this.....
I vividly remember overnight trips to my grandmother's house. The house had 3 bedrooms, and none of them were for the next to the youngest grandchild.... so I had the privilege of sleeping on the hide-a-bed (who dreamt that up?!?!?!?). Then it happened..... a light would come on in the kitchen and one by one the adults would file in and join my grandparents. Full voiced loud greetings, refrigerator door opening and closing, cabinets slamming, coffee perking, mouths slurping. Yes, the adults were awake, up, and ready to socialize. I would be SO disgusted that people could be so rude to not be a little quieter around sleeping people. So when does that happen? When do you fly out of bed like Mary Poppins ready to greet everyone around you? When do you get out of bed early enough to get ready, sit and drink coffee, read the paper, and still get to where you are going earlier than expected? I am nearing 40, and I am still waiting. Stan IS 40, and obviously he is still waiting. So each day when the alarm goes off, I check to see if today is the day?? Three snooze buttons later, it's not looking like today's the day either. Still waiting..........
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