I am the total opposite of a morning person. Waking up for me is like being a fish who swum up from the depths only to find itself stranded in the beach flapping helplessly and gasping for air.
There is not much to love about mornings.
I don't love that right now all of this awaits my attention...
Only one small corner of my house is in order...
My linen cupboard. Tidied in anticipation of the Imminent Arrival of my Ma-in-Law next week. (She needs to be able to find a towel, right?)
So that's the Mess. I do not love the Morning Mess left by the triple-strength tornado that screams through my house every day, leaving behind all manner of debris.
Which of course brings me to the Mayhem. How is it that every morning I have the same
She's so hard to wake. I think it's a growth spurt. Her arms and legs resemble a newborn foal's (she has the appetite of a young horse too). Every morning its a variation of the same old argument. Can't find this. Won't wear that. Waaaah waaaah waaaah... Hurry up you're making us late giving me a headache sending my bloodpressure through the roof ruining my morning... You have a daughter??? You understand???
Don't. Love. The. Mayhem.
But then...
when we make it out the door... tears dried, tempers calmed, hugged and kissed goodbye...
there is
SILENCE.
Peace.
Stillness.
Oh I love that.
So here I sit ignoring my mess. Sipping my coffee. Talking to you.
Now, while I'm at it here are a few other things I am loving right now...
Loving this guy...
He is too funny, my little comedian. He has this new saying for me {you have to imagine it with a slight attempt at an American accent}:
"You're one hot mama aintcha?"
Hilarious. After the first few times he slipped that into conversation, I asked him (between giggles), Where did you get that from, son?
Captain Underpants. The Wrath of the Wicked Wedgie Woman to be precise.
The sweet joys of having an eight year old who loves to read. Tee Hee.
Makes my day every time.
Loving my new backyard.
It's a work in progress but the garden people came in last week and dug up all the undergrowth, transplanted my roses to the front and sowed the old weed patches with lawn. We have about a third more playing space in the backyard now.
Once the grass comes up it will be great. Mr G has big plans to extend our deck and add another level on the playhouse... all that extra space!
Not loving the mess of the front yard.
The digger which was transplanting my roses accidentally cracked the water pipe and Mr G had to dig up the front lawn to find the leak. Sniff.
We were without running water for a whole day. Boy you sure appreciate something as simple as turning on a tap when you don't have it.
I think that will have to do for now. I mean, you've seen the state of my house. I can't sit here talking to ya forever (much as I'd like to).
What are you Loving/Not Loving lately?
