There’s a saying, that I cannot precisely remember of course, about waking up on the right and wrong side of the bed … there is certainly a difference, even though our feet most likely fall to the floor within a few inches of where they landed the day before and the day before that, etc.
In my opinion, it is absolutely fabulous, refreshing, invigorating, motivating … you get the idea … when a day starts off on the right foot. Last week I had a GREAT morning … My littlest woke up for a quick milk break, I snoozed my alarm twice and hit the treadmill. It was a short run but nobody needs to know the actual time, right?!?! After a quick shower (everyone’s still asleep mind you) I found a pair of my favorite underwear that I am pretty sure I’ve only worn once. (Momtaz introduced me to some fabulous underwear … the kind that actually covers your butt but doesn’t really show underwear lines … at least not giving away the full-coverage magic of the drawers.) I’m not gonna lie, I teared up a bit at the thought of a basically-new-to-me pair! Before you know it, I’m downstairs, lunch packed for my oldest, coffee cooking on the stove, my way-to-many bags packed for work and still, I’m the lone ranger downstairs. Just as I’m zipping the last bag, I hear the unmistakable calling of my middle monster and the day gets started. Ah, perfection!
Of course we can all harken back to a day that starts absolutely imperfectly … like two days after that great morning in my case! I slept through my alarm, oh wait, it was never even set! I threw together an outfit that was thankfully only half-dirty and slopped together a lunch for my school-aged kidlet. Just as I’m whisking him out the door counting to three endlessly in the hopes that he’ll “Get your shoes on,” “Where’s your jacket,” “No, you cannot bring Legos to school,” my littlest projectile vomits a mixture of milk and whatever he found on the floor that morning while I wrenched my 3-year-old into some pants that are most likely his brothers, all over my shirt … “what the heck am I going to wear now?!”
As I wearily (it’s only 8AM mind you) dropped him off at Kindergarten I am pretty sure I said out loud to myself (and perhaps the newspaper man who always makes conversation at the traffic light), “Man, today is going to be a great day.” And you know what, in the most sarcastic way, it will be a great day.
I’m not sure if it’s really just the satisfaction of getting a workout done and in the books first thing or not, but for this Momster, that always is a good sign. And in a sick way, each day is excitingly ridiculously complex that by the time I got home that night I wasn’t even sure if I had gotten my run in that morning or not. Awesome.