confession thursday

hey all. happy 5th of july. hope yesterday was filled with all the american things you can think of. we, on the other hand, completely deprived our children of the american experience by totally skipping the idea of fireworks. i mean, we considered it. really, we did. then we put together the equation:

100+ temps + a billion people +$30 to park a car + lots of walking +strollers + snacks + crazy, cranky, double ear infection audrey + 10 pm firework show = drumroll please...... MISERY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

so, we skipped it. it felt liberating. we had a small cookout at josh and joy's and then they came over after all the kids were in bed and we talked till midnight. with hershey creme pie, of course. much better. good choice, us. good choice. 
so, i decided to start this thing called "confession thursday". wherein (not sure if that's even a word) i will confess something to you all that you may or may not know about me. so here goes installment one. 

i.am.not.a.morning.person.at.all. 
all the morning people out there say, "oooh gurl, you crazay!"
all the night owls out there say, "dude, gurl, i feeeeeel ya!"
now, some may think, no big deal. morning/night person... it's all good. well, having little ones makes it a little more tricky.  but here's the thing. i am decently pleasant humanly if i am woken/needed to be up at 8am or later. this is the trouble... when little finley wanders in at 7:12 am saying, "hey mama, hey!" "mama, pants." "mama get up!" etc. or at 7:14 am when audrey is obviously being kidnapped or is seriously hurt by the way she is screaming when in reality she dropped her beloved blanket over the side of her crib. but no chance can i just sneak in and give it to her. and calmly go back to bed. the second she sees me, it's 0-v-e-r. it's become a bit of a joke around the house between jake and me. he lovingly asks me later in the day once i am in "normal" function mode, if i was "okay" this morning. or if i was in fact terribly angry like i seemed. ha! here's the thing: ICAN'TCONTROLIT!!!!!!!!!! i do not know how to rise peacefully and joyfully like the birds or that princess girl in enchanted (what's with her, anyway). i am simply, not.a.morning.person. although, once i am up and toothbrushed, i can carry on. oh, with coffee in hand, of course. some mornings i am more grumpy than others. like when i stay up till 1 am reading blogs or working or ahem, watching felicity. but i love night time!!!!! i love staying up late at night. it's just who i am, okay. and it's truly only a problem because i have much responsibility bright and early. well, i mean, i cannot complain that my kids typically keep quiet until 8 or so. i am lucky, i know. and if they were 6 am risers, they would learn real quick, mama ain't happy that hour of the day, and perhaps they would just keep quiet for their own good. 
my dear husband is very understanding and a perk of this whole wedding gig business is he doesn't have a for real time he HAS to be at work so we actually switch off a lot with who sleeps in. and if we are woken and i say, "i juuuuuust caaaaaaan't geeeeeeet uuuuuuuup," he knows. it's probably best for everyone involved if i sleep a bit more. 

phew. that feels good to get off my chest. i mean, who likes a morning grump?! NO ONE. i would love to say i'm working on it, but no. i'm really not.  i keep thinking, eventually, i will just become a morning person. buuuut, i'm not really seeing that happening. but if you need me past 10 AM, I AM YOUR GIRL!

hope all is well with you. thanks for reading. 

love.