Wednesday, January 19, 2011

If The Sun's Not Up, Why Should I Be?

I'm just going to go ahead and state something now: I am not a morning person. Anyone who knows me, or has lived with me, can attest to that. Hell, you know it's bad when one morning I turned my phone on (I keep it off at night so my Facebook SMS messaging doesn't wake me up when my east coast friends start updating their statuses at 4am my time), and had a text message from one of my best friends 2000 miles away that says, 'I need to run something by you, get your opinion on it, but have your coffee first and then get back to me, lol.' So, I can be a bit cranky in the morning before my coffee... possibly the understatement of the century.

Because of this aversion to the morning, I have realized one thing that I am immensely thankful for- the age of my kids. My daughter will be nine here soon, my son is six, and thank goodness they know how to make a bowl of cereal and dress themselves. I've even taught my daughter how to use the toaster, so their morning breakfasts can have a little variety- cereal one day, a bagel the next. My daughter is the exact opposite of me; she sets her alarm in her room, gets up the first time it goes off, gets dressed, does her hair, fixes herself breakfast, and by this time, maybe Mommy has at least gotten out of the bed and is laying on the couch 'supervising' the morning routine. I can honestly say I have no idea where she gets this morning perkiness from. If I hadn't carried her for 9 months of my life, spent 29 1/2 hours in labor, and pushed her out myself, I would swear she was adopted.

Now my son- he's Mommy up one side and down the other. Lays in bed, doesn't matter if you turn on the light, bang on pots and pans, rip the covers off- he will curl up into a ball, bury himself under the pillows, and try to go back to sleep. I physically had to pick him up the other morning and place him on the floor to get him out of bed, which of course, he countered my move with curling up in a ball on the bedroom floor. No sir, the alarm clock went off 15 minutes ago, get up and get dressed. 'But Mooooooooommy, I don't wannnnnnnnaaaaa go to schoooooooool.' Too bad, sweetheart, the state, and Mommy's sanity, says you have to go.

I do drive them to school most mornings. Sometimes I'll wake up to find a Z wide awake (probably because she hasn't gone to bed yet), and she'll say, 'Go back to bed, I'll take the kids to school.' I love friends who understand me so well. But, on the mornings I do have to make the grueling 3 mile drive to the kids' school (horrible at 7:30 in the morning), I come back home to a quiet house, make my coffee, and generally start blogging or playing online somewhere.

I've been thinking a lot about my aversion to mornings lately, because, well, all of this is going to change here soon. No more life as a stay at home mom, I will be entering the workforce again as a single mom who needs to have hours similar to my kids' school, so daycare costs are at a minimum and I can be home with my kids at night. That means, getting up before them in the mornings (I'm sorry, but if it's too early for the sun to even be up, then why should I be?), getting myself ready to go to work, getting them up and ready, dropping them off at school, and heading to a 9-5er. I don't think I've ever worked a 9-5 job in my life. Nope, sure haven't (I know there isn't a break in the post, but I did pause for a few minutes to think.) I've worked a 10-6 job (with the occasional 3-9 shift thrown in on different days), an 11-7 job, a 10:30-4:30 job and a 12-12 job (yeah, you read that right, noon to midnight- blah). For the last 6 months, though, I've been a stay at home mom, so I don't want to say I've gotten accustomed to the laziness, but, well, I've gotten accustomed to the laziness.

Of course I'll rise to the occasion as soon as I possibly can; I'm a Mom, it's my job to provide for my kids by any means necessary. But will I get written up in my first few weeks of getting acclimated at a new job for falling asleep or just not being 'there' mentally? There's a very distinct possibility of that happening, yes. And of course all of this is riding on me even finding a 9-5 job once I get settled in to my new life. I'll have the 12-12 job to fall back on if I so choose, but there are so many negative factors with that job (the hours are just one), that I'd rather not even go there again. If it's the difference between putting food on my kids' table or starving, though, 12-12 it is.

So, yeah, the time is coming for me to put on my big girl panties, brew an extra strong pot of coffee, and keep my fingers crossed for getting adjusted as quickly as possible. But Universssssse, I don't wannnnnnnaaaaa be a reeeeealllllllllll adulttttttttttt. Suck it up, Morgan, there are two beautiful kids relying on you to do so...

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  1. I am exactly the same way. Don't talk to me before 10 am and definitely not until I've pushed the IV with Dr. Pepper, LOL. I have been working from home since my daughter was born, and I love it. But my contract my end on July 31st, so I may be going back to the 9-5 in the real world. Great post. I really enjoyed it.
    Karen ~Georgia Angel

  2. Today was not my day, I decided. So I got the kids on the bus in my bathrobe, called in sick, and went back to sleep until noon, when I finally made my way in to work. There are days when I wish I could just stay home, and other where I wish I could be anywhere but.

  3. Ha, ha, I've said to my children, don't even think of talking to me until I've had at least one cup of coffee, preferably a pot but I'll take that cup! My daughter is exactly like my husband and pops right out of bed and my son, yup just like his mama. Hates getting up and makes a big whiny fuss!

    Good luck with finding a job your kids will so appreciate you when they see how hard you are working for them. As I am typing this, I'm thinking about getting a job so I don't have to be with these animals. I know it is politically incorrect, but holy hell they are seriously acting retarded, and I think I'm gonna lose my shit!


  4. I am not a morning person either and my 7 year old is exactly like your 9 year old. She gets up early,gets dressed, makes her lunch, eats breakfast, and then wakes me up. Good luck on the new job and having to get up early.

  5. It's funny how decisions become so much more clear when we're doing it for the betterment of our kids!
    Good luck with your mornings! :-)

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