waking up is never easy.

and no matter how hard I try, it doesn't happen without a struggle. I would lay in bed for hours after the girls woke up if it were morally sound. Unfortunately for me, it's not - so I awake with a grumble... make my way into the kitchen, fetch the juice and animal crackers for Terrorist #2 (I will now refer to the girls as T1 and T2 - Emma being #1, and Sophie being #2... because let's face it, they're terrorists!) and, when Tim is here, hop back in bed for my "wake up" sleep. Sounds a little silly, I'm sure - but it's almost impossible for me to get up and not be really angry without laying in bed awake for 10-15 minutes first. Poor terrorists - it's no wonder they hooligans! HAH - hooligans, that's an excellent word. Hooligan shall be my word of the day! Anyways - when Tim's not here, I can't fully justify getting back into my lonely bed because, well, it's lonely. Unless T1 and T2 decide to join me, then its justified in its own right. Anyways - mornings = struggle. I'm working on it.. and I think I struggle with grace, so at least I've got that. Next September will be interesting - when I don't have a choice but to join the rest of the world in the early morning commutes to daycare & school. For those of you who don't know this - staying at home, raising your kids is a full time job. So going to school on top of my full-time job is going to be so much to adjust to. I know I will pull it off - It just scares me a bit. And in reality - I have much bigger things to worry about at the moment... like Christmas being 3 sleeps away. *not* done my shopping yet... yes, this is what we classify as a FAIL. Im going to try an finish it tonight, I swear. It will be all done by the 24th - I can count on myself for that much. I broke the news to the family that Christmas day would be spent here, doing our own thing (making home made pizza for dinner!!) I like the untraditional aspect of my plan... everything else is so structered, and with so many expectations. I can honestly say I'm proud of myself for standing up for what I want, and sticking to my gut. I don't do that very often, especially if someones feelings will be hurt in the process. In the end, I'm doing it for the girls - and that's all that should matter to the people who love them. And in this case, it is - they were understanding, and even supportive. I'm a very lucky women, and there isn't a day I don't recognize that. We're about to finish up the baking - wrap presents (off to the Gleesons for an early Christmas this afternoon!) and clean the house. Sheesh - it's already 1030!! I told you mornings were a struggle :)