It's not getting up. I actually give myself extra time in the morning for one more cup of coffee and whatever is on the DVR that the kids don't like, be it last night's Daily Show or a MASH rerun. Sometimes I have civil adult conversations with my husband, while sometimes I just enjoy the peace and quiet.
I could be perfectly happy sitting here all day with the Keurig and the laptop and the TV.
But eventually reality sets in, arriving in the form of the minute hand on the clock telling me that I have limited time available for taking my shower, putting on my uniform, and getting to the bus stop.
That's the part I hate. No matter how much prep I do the night before, no matter how much extra time I allow something goes wrong. I can't a container for the leftovers, or one of my shoelaces breaks, or I don't have change for the bus. Or I get to the door and discover that its raining and I have no clue where I stashed my rain jacket. Something always seems to complicate things.
Eventually I get out the door and onto the bus. If one of my bus friends is on we chat, otherwise I read. When I get downtown I cue up my wake up play list and walk the last few blocks to work. Usually I manage at least a temporary uptick in mood.
But oh that getting out the door. Every day it's hard.
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