I really suck at this.
Sam wakes up at the asscrack of dawn and runs to look out the window. He chatters at the morning for a while and then flops back onto the bed (usually with a knee in my gut) to see if we are awake. Will usually gets up with him, and I smoosh my head into the pillow, hoping that this time I’ll be able to fall back to sleep. I rarely do, since Sam tends to start nursing a bit before dawn and keep it up till he wakes. It’s kind of hard to sleep through two or three hours of that, so by the time they get up my brain is usually on even if my body is not.
I’ve never been able to handle, well, anything before I have my coffee. It’s more a ritual than it is the caffeine (though that helps too). I can’t even shower first thing — it makes me itchy to just think about it. Once I get my coffee, I like to sit and drink it without interruptions. As you can imagine, this NEVER happens. I cannot remember the last time I drank a hot cup of coffee all the way to the bottom, but it’s a safe guess that I was not at home.
Will does not have time before he leaves for work to shower and dress, pack his lunch, make coffee, change Sam, and feed them both breakfast. He tries, bless him, but usually several of those tasks fall to me, inevitably just as I am about to have my first sip of coffee.
I know that a toddler is pretty much incompatible with my ideal morning scenario, but it’s been a year and a half since he was born and I still haven’t adjusted. I’m pretty sure that if I were going to, I would have by now.
So I therefore propose that we ban mornings and start the day at noon from now on. Who’s with me?