Good-bye Quiet Mornings, Hello McQueen.

I am one of those people that likes to just sit in the morning. I am kind of a slow waker upper. Most who have slept in the same house as I can attest to my bear like sleeping habits. It has not changed with age. I mean, When I need to get up and go, I will, but I won't quite be awake. At work, when I am the first one there because it is so early, I will leave the lights off, just to kind of give myself time to adjust to the coming day. Yep. I like to sit on my seat for a while... I like my coffee a little on the cold side. I don't mind it if my breakfast isn't piping hot. I just take a little time to kind of soak it all in before I worry about that stuff.
So, one of the changes along with bringing Mason into our family is mornings. For the time being Clover has been pretty cooperative with the idea of just kind of sitting in the morning. Mason... not on board. For the last two days I have been a race track, starting line, finish line, cliff to fall off and pit stop while sitting on my chair in the morning. I have been quizzed on the identities of Mack, King, Queen, and Doc Huds'. I have been urged to participate with the engine revving and fantastic cliff dives or wrecks... I am not sure which is happening, I just know that you have to scream at what seems the top of your lungs on the way down... off my knee and on to the floor. I am a little bummed out because I know that something has got to change as far as my mornings are concerned. Lets walk through it. Morning time? Nope, still going to happen at the same time every day whether I want it to or not. Definitely not changing. Coffee or breakfast time? Nope. Cannot have either of these until AFTER I wake up. My sitting chair's location? Maybe... no. I like to be a part of the family in spite of my attitude early in the mornings. One of the things I like doing while sitting is kind of watching my family do their morning things. Maybe I am gathering inspiration for my own morning while watching them go about theirs. Nope, not moving the chair. Mason? Lol. No. How am I going to be able to tell this precious happy boy not to play or enjoy life when that is a message that is going to be forced down his throat for the rest of his life from way to many other sources. No, that is not the message I want to send any of my children. I hope I never do send that message whether I am trying to or not. Me? Sounds like the best idea. I think of all the factors going into my morning, I am the one I have the most control over as well as the one that can effect the most positive results. Yep. I guess that's it. The time has come in my life when I need to wake up ready to race the Piston Cup.
Maybe I will start waking up earlier as my first change... mmmm... maybe not... not yet. I think I will try racing first.