I have been wondering lately
how it is that my children can be so energetic
at 6:00 in the morning.
I usually awaken to the sound of little feet pattering around
to my side of the bed and I am wrenched from a comatose state,
fuzzy and bleary eyed, grasping at consciousness,
desperately wanting to go back to sleep.
And my children bound from their beds,
with effervescence, excited about the morning,
joyful, ready for a new adventure and
cannot comprehend why mommy can't speak in full sentences.
And I think it is this....
They have just barely begun living this life.
They are still brand new.
I think their skin cells regenerate every 3 or 4 seconds.
And me? Not so fresh. Not so new.
I've got a few hitches in my giddyup.
I'm not saying I'm through or worn out,
I'm just saying I may be in need of a spa day.
If I am expected to show that kind of early morning energy
I'm going to need a full ten hours of sleep and a facial....
or at least a hot shower and a bracing cup of coffee.
But I have stumbled upon a sweet secret this summer.
I've found a new way to get an extra hour of sleep in.
It's called public television.
And while this may horrify you or
lessen my child rearing abilities in your eyes,
I'm willing to live with that shame.
Because when the sky is still dark and the sun has yet to rise,
when the hot shower and dark coffee are still a long way off....
Big Bird has never looked so sweet.