I am not, by any stretch of the imagination, what anyone would call a "morning person". I've known this about myself for a long time now. I hate mornings. Mornings are high on my list of pet peeves. But, over the past 20 years of working where I do, I have created a routine that works for me and gets me through the AM hours without me ending up hurting someone. In fact, I have arranged my work hours to start an hour before anyone else gets to work so that I have one hour of quiet time which I use to get tanked up on caffiene that allows me to face the rest of the day.
However, some people at work have gotten wise to this and now have adjusted their work schedules so my quiet hour is now being ever so slightly imposed upon. I get irritated when those coworkers come to me with early morning questions or chit chat. I'm just not a morning person but I try to remain calm and carry on.
My routine starts long before I even get to work. When my alarm goes off I know I have another 15 minutes before I absolutely have to get up so I roll over and go back to sleep. When the next alarm goes I know it's time. I begrudgingly crawl from my warm bed and shuffle my aching bones to the bathroom. Usually, my cay, Arnie, is there to greet me so I have an early morning conversation with him. He doesn't talk back so I don't consider it an intrusion. He stays in the bathroom with me all the way through me putting on my make up because he likes to get a little blush on his nose. I think he might be gay but that's okay. Next I shuffle back in the bedroom to get my clothes and get dressed. Once dressed I throw some stuff in a bag that I may or may not eat for lunch that day and down some juice or water with some vitamins and I'm off. I live a short drive from work. Very short. Like 5 minutes short so I don't have to really hurry to get there on time. I'm usually the first one in the building. You see, it's not a complicated routine at all. It's just a quiet routine and one that helps me compose myself to face the day.
Lately, there have been times that Alex has come to work with me. We work for the same agency. Now, as much as I love my hubby, this always throws me off a bit. Suddenly, there is a time crunch so that we both get time in the bathroom and can both get out the door at the same time. Bless his heart, he hates mornings as much as I do if I go by the sighing and grunting he does. But his presences always throws me for a loop. Thankfully, it doesn't happen often and, if I'm honest, I do appreciate it more in the winter because there is always the snow and ice to contend with on the car and he's been a great help there!
When I think about it, I have been conditioned to not like mornings. In elementary school, we lived a few blocks from school so I didn't have to rush in the mornings. I had the luxury of extra sleep because we lived so close. Then we moved and we lived a half a block from my high school so, again, no need to rush. I slept in and got there in plenty of time. And now I work just a few blocks away again so I can take my time. I would have a real problem if I had to commute. Of course, the close proximity to work has nothing to do with my bad morning moods. The only thing that works for that is coffee. And lots of it. I better go get some right now.
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