“Why I’ll moiduh dat bugle-ah!” – Bugs Bunny
Please, don’t misunderstand me. I have no intention of actually “moidering” anyone in this household. How-some-ever, if mama doesn’t get to sleep past 5:45 a.m. at least one morning this week, that stash of dark chocolate I keep hidden away is going to meet a very untimely demise. It seems that most mornings, lately, start with me feeling this way. And I don’t like it one bit, thank-you-very-much. So, what do all of you who have early risers do to get them to stay in their rooms? Or don’t you? And how do you cope if you are all up early? I desperately need some ideas. We’ve tried the clock. The light blocking shades. The lock on the outside of the door. The bribery. The consequences. The consistency. The random. Help!
And it does not go well from there. For anyone. Striving to dole out grace to a marker stained set of four-year old hands an hour later is difficult. Realizing that the stench emanating from the front foyer is the bag of Sweetdog’s poop that didn’t miraculously make its own way out to the garage trash can at 7 a.m. stinks. Literally and figuratively. A coffee maker that has no caffeinated coffee left, followed by an attempt by one non-professional wiper to go potty and then, “Look! I wiped by myself! I only got a little bit!”, all makes for so much trauma in the morning.
But the sun is shining. And although I feel a little squint-y from so much sunshine, it’ll be okay. We’re visiting with some precious sweetfriends here in just a bit. And, there’s a coffee shop drive-thru on the way to ballet. And I intend to “moiduh” that cup of coffee in short order. Just as soon as I throw away the dog poop.