July 30th, 2008

Oh, What a Beautiful MORNING?

Saying, “Good morning, Sunshines!” is how I like to start every morning rising at 5am excited to head on out for my morning jog.

Aaaahhhhhh….. There’s nothing like fresh morning air flowing through my hair and breezing over my glistening taut skin as I jog through the tree-lined streets in my neighborhood.

Coming home an hour and a half later, I find a pot of chamomile tea waiting my arrival along with a bowl of steel-cut Irish oatmeal and fresh fruit prepared by my adoring husband.

Enjoying my rain shower in the early morning with a full stomach and twitching muscles of a just-run 10k is my idea of perfection.

Well, it would be if any of that ever came true.

True Life:

Dragged out of bed at 8:30am to my 4yo asking, “Mama! When are you gonna GET UP?”

Make Microwave pancakes for the spawn.

Drive chillins to their school in my PJs.

Drink my 1/2 coffee, 1/2 half & half at 9:30am.

Awake at 11am finally.

Good fucking morning.