Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Up and at 'em! Time to get up! Rise and shine! Get up you sleepy head!
I hear my Mom's voice as she comes into my room with a WHOOSH of the door. The light comes on and I groan, moan and roll over. (I don't want to get up!). My Mom leaves and time must have gone by. 'Cause she's in my room again and won't leave me alone. She's tickling me! She just won't stop!
"Alright, alright! I'm...ha, ha, ha...getting up!"
She leaves the room as I sit up. As she leaves, she looks back at me with a scowling face. Don't go back to sleep! As she turns...I see the satisfied smirk on her face. (She loves to tickle. There is no escape of major laughter from her.)
I get up, get dressed and come out of my room. Sure enough, she's at the end of the hallway, coming for another round of torturing me. (Not really, I love the tickles). The look of surprise and somewhat disappointment, she says, "You're up!"
"Yes, Mother. I'm up" I feel tired, tousled and just plain ick. I am so NOT a morning person.
"Breakfast is ready. Come and eat." There is no way I could skip breakfast. It's the most important meal of the day. I've been told that all my life. I plunk down at the table, lift the lid off the pot and 'dig in'. Another day started with porridge, milk a bit of sugar and Mom flitting around in the kitchen. Making sure that the day starts right.
All of the sudden I hear a different voice, " Phyllis, are you awake? It's time to get up. I'll wake up DD1 so she can shower before everyone else has to get up." I bury my face further into my pillow. I don't want to get up. I am NOT a morning person.
The nightstand light comes on, "Here's your coffee and your meds, Honey. I woke up DD1 and she's sitting up. I've got to go to work. Make sure you wake up the others...You're awake aren't you?"
I move and then I stretch and then I yawn.
I mutter. I'm pretty sure I said yes.
"Okay. I gotta go. I love you." I get a kiss and then my husband is gone. Ready to take on the day.
I sigh, sit up and take a sip of fresh coffee.
A different voice, yet the same message.
'I love you. You're worth the effort.'
Starting the day right.
I get up, get dressed and go to wake up my children.