During summer vacation I remember my mom coming into our bedroom and rolling up the shades and saying “Good Morning”. We were young so without hesitation we headed straight to the kitchen table. There we would decide between Lucky Charms, Captain Crunch, or whatever else was set in front of us. I’m sure that there was a time when we woke before mom was up, but I don’t recall that.
As time passed we grew out of our bunk beds. I had the top bunk which was no big deal but my sister's hair would get caught in the flat springs of my bunk. The room was very small, but mom and dad found a way to put both bunks on the floor, along with out two small dressers. This gave us room enough to open the door and after one or two steps find our self at our beds. What else did we need, we had the basement and spent a great deal of time outside.
As we grew our sleeping patterns changed and we became difficult to roust out of bed. M
om was a bit like Maude. So, she’d come in and pull up the shades with a snap! She’d also sing Good Morning Sunshine. To this day my sister and I will sing it just to remember and then shake it off. If the shades and singing didn’t work there was the ripping off of the covers. Well, we reached the kitchen table, mumbling while reaching for our favorite cereal.
That was a long time ago and many changes have occurred since, too many to recall. It seems as if I suddenly find myself middle aged with a neurological disorder. Some mornings I lay there hesitating to start the day, not looking forward to staggering through and the day. I get up, but my back hurts. Why does it hurt to sleep as you get older? I’m good and sore after the gym but in the morning I’m stiff and my hips and back ache.
I get i
n to the closet and dress for the gym, I then sit on my bed to put on my sneakers. Not many people call them sneakers any more. I can’t walk without shoes so it’s a necessity. I make the bed, fluff the pillows, grab my walker
and head to the kitchen. No Captain Crunch here, no, just dishes from snacks had the night before and left over coffee. My daughter is sleeping and my son is usually at work, so I’m usually on my own. I turn on the TV, check the calendar and go for the oatmeal and a banana. Watching GMA I make my to-do list trying to keep it short. The after cleaning up the kitchen I take my vitamins, check my calendar, turn off the TV, and head back to the bedroom to put on my war paint, do something with the hair, grab my gym bag, my purse, the to- do list and get into the car after which I curse and go back to the house to get the grocery list sitting on the counter and finally I’m off, without much time to spare, as usual.
Now it’s oatmeal and out to the gym and grocer, but I’d love a bowl of Captain Crunch and a bit of Hide and Seek instead.
As time passed we grew out of our bunk beds. I had the top bunk which was no big deal but my sister's hair would get caught in the flat springs of my bunk. The room was very small, but mom and dad found a way to put both bunks on the floor, along with out two small dressers. This gave us room enough to open the door and after one or two steps find our self at our beds. What else did we need, we had the basement and spent a great deal of time outside.
As we grew our sleeping patterns changed and we became difficult to roust out of bed. M
om was a bit like Maude. So, she’d come in and pull up the shades with a snap! She’d also sing Good Morning Sunshine. To this day my sister and I will sing it just to remember and then shake it off. If the shades and singing didn’t work there was the ripping off of the covers. Well, we reached the kitchen table, mumbling while reaching for our favorite cereal.That was a long time ago and many changes have occurred since, too many to recall. It seems as if I suddenly find myself middle aged with a neurological disorder. Some mornings I lay there hesitating to start the day, not looking forward to staggering through and the day. I get up, but my back hurts. Why does it hurt to sleep as you get older? I’m good and sore after the gym but in the morning I’m stiff and my hips and back ache.
I get i
n to the closet and dress for the gym, I then sit on my bed to put on my sneakers. Not many people call them sneakers any more. I can’t walk without shoes so it’s a necessity. I make the bed, fluff the pillows, grab my walker
and head to the kitchen. No Captain Crunch here, no, just dishes from snacks had the night before and left over coffee. My daughter is sleeping and my son is usually at work, so I’m usually on my own. I turn on the TV, check the calendar and go for the oatmeal and a banana. Watching GMA I make my to-do list trying to keep it short. The after cleaning up the kitchen I take my vitamins, check my calendar, turn off the TV, and head back to the bedroom to put on my war paint, do something with the hair, grab my gym bag, my purse, the to- do list and get into the car after which I curse and go back to the house to get the grocery list sitting on the counter and finally I’m off, without much time to spare, as usual.Now it’s oatmeal and out to the gym and grocer, but I’d love a bowl of Captain Crunch and a bit of Hide and Seek instead.
