Goodmorning Sunshine
Monday, Jan. 27, 2003 11:07 am
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I've never ever been a morning person. Thats why I put Hani to bed at 9:30. As opposed to a more kid-friendly hour, like, 7:30.

So this morning, James gets up to the rousing sounds of some spanish singer blasting out of the clock/radio. And I, of course, (like always) roll over and snuggle deeper into the lovely nest of the duvet and the squishy warmth of James's pillow. It carries faint traces of his cologne, I can smell it, with my nose buried in his pillow. From somewhere, seemingly far away from my cosy nest I hear,

"You said ou were going to get up."

Ack. Oh crap. I'd forgotten that I'd said that. Of course HE remembered. Darn.

But see I am really not at my best when I first wake up. I am in a sort of state, where I will do, or say, or think, anything to get myself back to sleep. I once told Gran that I had malaria, so I couldn't go to school.

So I opened my eyes, cheerifully greeted him a good morning, and proceded to fake being almost ready to get out of bed until he'd gone to work. Then I collapsed back into my pillow and slept until almost half past ten. Hani shook me awake with a

"Momma can I PLEASE have breakfast now???"

I tried to beg off another minute or two by telling her I would give her breakfast when the cartoon she was watching was over. Damn. She wasn't watching cartoons. She was watching the country music channel. Hani loves country music.

By this point I was feeling rather guilty. She'd more than likely only been up since ten, but I still felt like Mommy Dearest.

So I dragged myself out of bed and made her a bowl of cereal.

Had one myself.

Yum! I love coco crispies!!!

At some point today we will have to tackle some school work.

And I have to do the damn dishes.

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