Morning has broken...

Morning has broken...

My languid dreams disappeared into the ether this morning when a familiar coo summoned me for huggles at 5am!! I wanted to scream and bury my head under the warm folds of my duvet, but my heart started strumming a fervent tune so I peeled my legs off the bed and felt my way across the messy landscape in the dark. Ah, the sweet reward of a cuddly embrace!

Fast forward an hour later and I'm bouncing around the room pretending to be a swashbuckling pirate with my boy whilst the rugged sounds of Johnny Depp in the background keep me going! I love coffee!!

Cruising through the weaving traffic, I approached the familiar circle with reserved enthusiasm, only to be challenged to a fender duel by two rickety, old ladies in an SLK Merc!! My hands started waving hysterically and my mouth wanted to spew all manners of obscenity, but something harmonically good inside of me, halted.....and allowed the catastrophe to pass. The Grannies sped off alarmingly fast. I wasn’t sure whether I was impressed or incensed! So much for a peaceful start to the day. Surely the sanctity of Luke's classroom would be a relief from the hazards of road life!

No such thing. What an idiot to assume anything short of chaotic! Groups of little cherubs singing, painting, crying, shoving and shouting! Faces all snot-nosed and teary, rushing around defending their territory; it was too much for my neurotic brain.. With an apologetic grimace, I handed Luke over and fled!

In the silence of the car, my nerves felt strung out and it was only 8:30 in the morning! Was I really up for a grueling session with my personal trainer now? I turned on the radio as if I might find my answer there. A quirky voice babbled out and I felt instant relief - relief that there was someone else out there who had it worse off than I did; at least I could dribble home as soon as I felt like it. Suddenly I felt inspired: damn it! I’m going to be the better person! I’m going to get out there and kick my winter arse good-bye!

I was quite mistaken; it wasn’t me who hurled abuse at my arse, but my trainer. An hour of absolute torture on my limbs caused me to wobble to my car like a geriatric. Cancel all the complaints from earlier; NOW I was finished!

As I flopped onto my bed at last, a sweet feeling of pure bliss swept over me. At last I could relax and immerse myself in the quiet of my solitude. What a rigorous start to the day - how is anyone ever supposed to come out of a morning like this and still be expected to be cool?
"Meditation”...my Inner-me answered.

Yeah, yeah..give me another couple hours won’t you?!

But a couple of hours more I did not have and I dragged my feet off the bed and planted them on the floor with a grand thud! My cogs whirred into place and my body fell into line automatically. So beginneth the next chapter in my day...