still not a morning person.

I hate mornings.  For as long as I can remember I have hated mornings.  Winter mornings are especially difficult because it's so dark and also, I definitely deal with seasonal affective disorder and when you're depressed, getting out of bed is always more difficult.  Ugh, my grammar sucks.  Since going back to work, mornings have been surprisingly not that bad.  I get up at 5:30 in order to get out the door with Henry fully dressed and prepared for school by 7.  Since the solstice it's actually been fun to see how much lighter it is every morning when I get to work at 7:30.  It also helps that when Henry wakes up in the morning, he is happy to meet the day and to see me.  Even if his eyes aren't quite open yet he throws his arms around my neck and says, "Good morning, mom mom!" in the most cheerful voice he can muster.  It's wonderful and I will wake up at any time, any day to get to hear that.  I am the luckiest woman in the world.  One might argue that my willingness and ability to get up at 5:30 and to be fully functional by 7:30 makes me a morning person but I'm not quite ready to admit it.  Instead, I still hate mornings even if sleeping in on the weekends means waking up without an alarm at 6:30.

This morning I even got to work 10 minutes early.  I'm not sure how that happened, especially since I'm still disgustingly sick.  In my past life, if I was this sick I definitely would have called in to work and stayed in bed.  Mommy's don't get to call in sick and that's okay with me.