24/7/365

Thursday, September 27, 2012
What is the first thing you see in the morning?

I'd love to tell you I wake up all glory and wonder and nice and all that stuff, but I don't.

I'm not a morning gal at all.  Ever.

Around 5 is when I start hearing kids, so the very first thing I look at is my phone to see what time it is.  My phone is also my alarm clock, so it's in bed with me.

After I see what ugly hour it is, I try my best to go back to sleep.  I need every little z I can get!

It doesn't last long though.  On a typical day over here, alarm clocks start going off at 5:30.  Mine goes off at 6.

True confession time, I am one of those people you read about.

After I turn the alarm off, I lay in bed for about 5 minutes doing a quick check though my emails, messages and social media sites before getting up.

Then I head into coffee and the newspaper in between getting 6 of the 7 of us out the door and to our places on time by 8:30.  It's a little fire drill-ish in our place in the morning.

I know all about how bad it is to be so connected to your phone and the greater world and such.  I do.  And yet the people in the circles of my life have issues that happen at all hours.

Hearts breaking know no time frame.

I would much rather roll over to a text at 3:AM than ever hear I needed you and you weren't there.

Now, that said, I also don't extend those 24/7/365 hours to everyone.  Just a very select few get those rights to my life, but once you get them, well, I don't take them back often., let's just say that.

Confessing a New Lazy

So yesterday I mentioned that I plotted out a picture book story line on my shower wall using the kids soap crayons, yeah, I know, that in itself is a story, but I also hit a new low in lazy.

The Mr. and I were getting ready for bed and he says to me, you really have to take a photo of the tub. It's just so us.

The bottom of the tub is littered with toys and bottles of kid friendly shampoo and bubble bath. Then there are the toys. Let's just say there is enough room in the bottom of the tub for me to step in when morning comes. And no, I don't move them. And yes, it's a little creepy to shower with action hero's staring at you from the soap dishes.

Then all around the shower wall down by the tub is the alphabet, basic shapes and basic emotion faces, all in soap crayon. Around the middle of the shower wall you will see the remains of some graffiti that The Mr. and I left for each other. Get your mind out of there, it was all nice, good, healthy married family stuff, like I Love You. Next around the very top of the shower walls scribbled in green soap crayon is the scratchings of a story.

Yeah, we're that kind of crazy.

So here's the really lazy part. Instead of walking down stairs to get my camera, I took photos of it with my phone, then emailed them to myself. Because, you know, that whole walk down the stairs to get my camera and then have to down load those photos in the morning, that would have been such work.

But here's the thing. I'll confess even more. I don't know how to get those silly shots out of my email and on to here for you all to get a good look at our crazy.

One of these days I'll get a handle on this whole crazy technology thing, maybe. Or maybe I'll just sit back and reminisce on the good old days when we would record party tapes on cassette from songs playing off the radio.