I’m not having a very good morning today. Mornings, typically, are a nightmare. The whole waking up thing doesn’t typically mesh well with my desire to not wake up, at least not as early as I need to. At least not as quickly as I need to. I’d love to have a leisurely wake up. Those are the best, when you open your eyes, stretch for a bit, kiss your spouse and cuddle, play footsies under the blankets, and finally get out of bed when you’re good and awake. Instead, my mornings feel a lot like being ripped from the womb. I’m disoriented, cold, and extremely angry at the interruption from the cozy warmth.
Some mornings, I get over that quick. Other mornings, it’s a little harder to overcome. Those are the mornings that my pain is extremely high, or that I didn’t sleep well the night before…or a mix of the two. Pain is hard to manage when you’re exhausted.
Thankfully, the husband needs to make a trip to the doctors or walk in for a prescription refill, and he’s offered to take Nolan to school. Fantastic! I won’t have to bundle both kids and wrestle with dog while we walk to the bus stop.
Lately, I’ve really been craving a getaway. A vacation of sorts, where I could have just one cozy, unhurried, leisurely wake up. Where I don’t have to jump up and get moving before my mind even registers that it’s time to wake up.
We haven’t had a vacation since our honeymoon.
I’d love to finally go to Niagara Falls for a weekend. I’d love to do some sight seeing and do a lot of sleeping in. I’ve been good this year, haven’t I Santa? Well…moderately good. Good enough to merit a vacation.
Maybe that’ll be our tax return treat this year. Maybe we’ll finally get that weekend getaway, that vacation that I’ve been craving for years now.