I am Such a Morning Person!

Anyone that just read that title, knows either someone has hacked onto my blog or I have totally changed personalities. I am SOOOOOOOOOO Not a morning person. I loathe getting out of bed every morning. I hate moving out of the soft, warm sheets. I hate interrupting my dreams. I have very vivid dreams most nights. It's like my own movies....every night. I actually look forward to it. Having to get out of bed puts an end to the show and forces me to attack the day. Now, when I say attack the day, i mean get out bed and make coffee. Seeing as how it is 2009, one would think that I would just set the timer on the coffee pot to have the coffee ready for when i meander downstairs...but I rarely do it. Why? Because if I set the coffee pot, then i won't get out of bed to get Kurt's coffee ready and I will sleep away the morning (or until the kids wake up). If I am forced to make coffee and put Kurt's lunch together, I will be awake enough in 10 minutes to function. I know, it's sort of crazy logic.

Lately, Julia has been waking up with Kurt. Kurt has known me a little longer than Julia and knows how to talk to me in the morning....in short bursts of repetitive sentences spread over about 20 minutes. Things like "Kate, get up!" "Kate, I need your help!" "Kate, I have to leave soon!" Nothing that requires any volley of conversation beyond a grunt to let him know that I have heard him. He knows that similar to how his body reacts at 8pm, mine is the same at 6am. We are polar opposites when it comes to our sleep patterns (among other things), he's a morning person and I am a night owl. Now, Julia doesn't get that you don't really "talk" to mommy in the morning. She wakes up ready to attack the day, cheerful, talking about whatever is important to a 4 year old (Going to Disney World, How she'll wear her hair, what she's eating for breakfast). Unfortunately, all of her talking requires responses and I can't deal with it until I have had my coffee. This morning was no exception. Kurt was running late and he put her in charge of waking me up. Bad move. She deviated from the short statements. She followed me downstairs with her incessant chatter. It took all i had to not tell her to SHUT UP (we don't use that word in our house). Here is a snippet of our conversation, rather her conversation with a zombie of a mom...

Julia Grace: Mom - Dad says to get up. Dad - she's not getting up. Mom get up.
a few minutes later, as I am stumbling down the hallway down the stairs to the kitchen
JG: Mom, Do we have anything going on today? Mom, when are we going to Disney? I think that Jimmy would love to ride Splash Mountain. You can scream. He likes to scream. Don't you think that would be coool? Mom?
Zombie Mom: Trying to keep it cool and not yell...Julia, can you talk quietly inside your head for a few minutes?
JG: Mom, I'd like to eat the Hannah Montana Cereal for breakfast. i am hungry. Mom, do you think Kylie would like to come over today? I hope she's not sick. Mom, can we watch Bearnstain this morning? Mom, what day is today? Is it the weekend?
ZM: Fumbling with the coffee, eyes half closed...Julia can you please go upstairs and talk to Daddy?
JG: Cheerfully runs upstairs to bug him about when we're going to Disney so he can silently scream in his head.

Ahh, silence...that's what i need...about 8 minutes of silence, making lunch, waiting for the coffee to brew...by the time I am ready for my cup I can function, Julia can ask all the questions she wants.

In addition to Julia's interrogations, Jimmy also got up. He's not a morning person. He wakes up like me, disoriented and you don't really talk to him much. We had a breakdown in communication regarding cereal this morning.

Cheerful Stay at Home Mom: Jimmy, what kind of cereal do you want?
Caveman Jimmy: Scowl My own.
CSAHM: What flavor, Cheerios, Cocoa Puffs, Mini Wheats or Hannah Montana?
CJ: I want my own!
CSAHM: I know, but what kind?
CJ: MY OWN!
Yelling SAHM: What. Kind. of. Cereal. do. you. want?
CJ: MY OWN!

I gave up. After 15 minutes of the same conversation, he eventually picked. But not after sounding pathetic with big tears on his face. Gosh, to be 2. Life is pretty tough.

So, top of the morning to all of you! May your mornings be filled with silence and a big ole cup of coffee (better yet with fat free french vanilla cream).