Today's post is inspired by Tara's Gallery. (If you want to join in, you can find out all you need on her wonderful blog, Sticky Fingers).
Mornings used to be so stressful:
Wake up; doze; wake up; doze; crawl from bed at the last possible moment; shower, grab a piece of toast and run for the train. All the time fretting about what needed to get done that day.
Now they go something like this:
As soon as my eyes open, a small boy opens his mouth. "Morning Mummy. Let's get up and dress as cowboys and hog-tie the Ninjas and fly to Neptune and come back to bed and have stories and ..."
You get the picture.
Of course, some days, I dream of the old, off-to-work routine.
(I used to shower? Every morning?)
(I used to sit all alone on a train for twenty minutes? Really, all alone? Twice a day?)
(I read the paper, filed my nails, stared out of the window and thought my own, uninterrupted thoughts?)
But mostly (sleep-deprivation aside), I prefer Jem's approach: why worry what the day may bring when there a million marvelous things you can do before breakfast?