Joy in the Journey - Time Keeps on Ticking
Friday, February 05, 2010
Joy in the Journey column published by Graphic Publications and appearing in The Bargain Hunter and Wooster Weekly News
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5: 02 am. I roll over in bed and glance at the alarm clock to discover that I have over two hours of sleep left. I let out a huge sigh of relief; tuck my chilled shoulder back under the blanket, and drift off to sleep.
5:22 am. I feel the bed move as my husband arises to start his day. I patiently wait until he is out the bedroom door so as not to hurt his feelings. Then I roll over and stretch out on his side of the bed. I actually stretch out at a forty-five degree angle taking up most of the queen size bed myself.
I glance at the alarm clock mentally noting that I now have just over an hour of sleep left, and again, I drift off to dreamland.
6:00 am. I am startled by the annoying buzzing of my teenager’s alarm clock. Why did we get that clock for her? The alarm is a cross between a pulsating beep and buzz-saw buzzing at a decibel level that would shake mountains. It buzzes for what seems to be ten minutes, until she finally turns it off. I glance at my own alarm clock, noting that I now have a half hour of sleep yet. I roll over, grab an extra blanket, and drift off to sleep.
6:22 am. I hear my husband walking up the stairs, and pray he does not come in to wake me up as I know for a fact that I have eight minutes of sleep left. Whew. I hear him wake up our teenagers. I glance at my clock, note the seven minutes I now have left, and quickly close my eyes. Why did I waste a minute worrying!
6:25 am. I hear our 1986 Jeep rumble and roar to life as my husband warms it up. I say my typical first prayer of the day thanking the Lord that our Jeep (whom we call Lazarus) started yet again, buying us more time to save for a new car.
Now that Mike has left for work, it is up to me to be the parent. Guilt takes me over as I know what I need to do.
6:27 am. I roll over in a panic state thinking I have overslept, and decide it’s time to get up. Even though I technically have three minutes of sleep left. If my kids are up, I need to be up.
So I roll out of bed, and walk carefully down the stairs holding the railing so I don’t stumble since I have not yet had my coffee. I take a deep breath and put on my best good-morning-face and smile. Time to start my day.
I would love to be a morning person. The kind of person who wakes up quickly and easily, joyfully and smiling.
Instead I end up arguing with my alarm clock, counting the minutes of sleep I can steal here and there until I have no choice but to start my day.
Time keeps on ticking, and morning dawns, like it or not. So I guess I’d better find a way to greet my mornings with more joy.
Well, now that I am up, its time for a second cup of coffee.
Or maybe a mid-morning nap.
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Posted by Trish Berg 7:54 AM
2 Comments:
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7:16 AM
Oh My Trish! If your mornings don't sound like mine!! It's like the movie "Ground Hog Day", repeated over and over in the life of a mom. Thanks for sharing your life with us!8:14 AMi also keep checking my clock and going back to sleep
