Tag Archive | Mornings

Mornings are hard . . .

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. . . and glorious and beautiful and – early. Truth be told, I love mornings, I just wish they came a little later in the day.

I love the air in the mornings, it’s different somehow, don’t you think? It seems fresher and crisper. Mornings sound different, they even smell different.

Morning Glory, it must be grand . . .

imageWhen the sun rises, the birds outside my window start to sing a sweet morning song to welcome each new day (every frickin day) as it begins, sometimes I want to shoot them. Shoo, them. I meant shoo them, like away. What kind of monster do you think I am? (a grouchy, tired one) Well yes, generally speaking, I kind of am. Just in the mornings, mind you. OK, sometimes during the afternoon as well. And maybe the evening, a little and only sometimes. Depends on how loud and long those birds serenaded the morning.

I’ve never been an early riser, it doesn’t even matter how much or how little sleep I had the night before. The world just gets moving before I do. My poor mother, she had one hell of a time getting me up for school when I was a kid. Now I’m not saying she has any special powers, she’s not some supernatural spell-caster or anything like that, BUT, I am fairly certain she somehow saw to it that my own children would be difficult little beasts to rouse in the mornings just like I was.

Well played, Mom. Well  played indeed.

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My husband, bless his well rested soul, he manages to wake before the sun without feeling the need to choke people. I admire that, I don’t understand it, but I admire it. The best part about his early morning weirdness is the coffee. That sweet man Morning cupmakes me coffee every morning and sets it on my nightstand for me. I used to think it was because he loved me, now I know it’s more of a self-defense kind of thing, an offering to appease and soften me up before I stumble out of bed.

Most mornings it helps, but there are days, like today, when one cup just isn’t enough. Alright, it’s everyday. One is never enough. I’m on my own for that second cup though, it’s tough. It really is.

Waking Up is Hard to Do (with apologies to Neil Sedakis)

  Not a morning person. A morning person, I am not.

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Do-do-do yawn dooby doo yawn, yawn. Comma, comma, yawn dooby doo yawn, yawn. Comma, comma, yawn dooby doo yawn, yawn. Waking up is hard to do.

Don’t take my dreams away from me,

don’t make me wake up, I’m so sleepy,

you know I’ll be mad at you,

cause waking up is hard to do.

Remember when you held me tight,

and then we snored all through the night,

think of how we slept right through,

now waking up is hard to do.

They say that waking up is hard to do,

now we both know that it’s true.

Don’t say that this has to end,

instead of waking up,

I wish that were were sleeping in again.

I’m begging you don’t make me rise,

can’t we give our sleep more time?

Come on baby, let’s fall asleep,

cause waking up is hard to do.

(they say that waking up is hard to do)

Oh I know, I know that it’s true.

(don’t say that this dream must end)

Instead of waking up I wish that we were sleeping sound again.

I beg of you don’t say to rise,

can’t we give our dreams another try?

Come on baby, let’s stay asleep, cause waking up is hard to do.

(Yawn dooby doo yawn, yawn) Comma, comma, yawn dooby doo yawn yawn. Comma, comma, yawn dooby doo yawn, yawn. Comma, comma, yawn dooby doo yawn, yawn. Comma, comma, yawn dooby doo yawn . . .

Where’s my coffee?

Crystal R.Cook

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Original by Neil Sedakis – Breaking up is hard to do –

Do do do, Down dooby doo down, down. Comma, comma, down dooby doo down, down Comma, comma, down dooby doo down, down. Breaking up is hard to do.

Don’t take your love away from me

Don’t you leave my heart in misery

If you go then I’ll be blue

Cause breaking up is hard to do

Remember when you held me tight

And you kissed me all through the night

Think of all that we’ve been through

And breaking up is hard to do

They say that breaking up is hard to do

Now I know, I know that it’s true

Don’t say that this is the end

Instead of breaking up

I wish that we were making up again

I beg of you don’t say goodbye

Can’t we give our love another try?

Come on, baby, let’s start anew

Cause breaking up is hard to do

(They say that breaking up is hard to do)

Now I know I know that it’s true

(Don’t say that this is the end)

Instead of breaking up I wish that we were making up again

I beg of you don’t say goodbye

Can’t we give our love another try?

Come on, baby, let’s start anew

Cause breaking up is hard to do

(Down dooby doo down down) Comma, comma, down dooby doo down down Comma, comma, down dooby doo down down Comma, comma, down dooby doo down down Comma, comma, down dooby doo down

Morning Desire, sort of.

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I awoke this morning with the strangest, and I do mean strangest desire. The feeling was foreign and unusual, it was weird, at least for me.

People do it all the time, I just don’t much care for it. My husband does it almost every morning, he’s on his own though, I never seem to have enough energy. He says it’s invigorating, the best way to start a new day. I’ve done it in the past out of necessity, but there was never any actual enjoyment in the act.

It doesn’t seem natural to me, but this morning, I took a deep breath and I did it. Truthfully, it felt pretty damn good. I don’t think I’ll make a habit of it, but I suppose if the mood strikes, like it did today, I won’t fight it.

Do you do it? Get out of bed right away in the morning? I fight the waking up and getting out of bed part of my day with fervor, I stay tucked in and cozy as long as I possibly can.

I am going to admit something, this doesn’t mean I will be rising and shining with the breaking of each new day, but I am enjoying the quiet an early morning offers. The coffee my loving hubby brought me before he left for work is still hot and the birds are happily singing a morning song to me. I didn’t even cover my ears and wish them to fly away and take their symphonic cacophony with them like I generally do.

Still, there is a part of me that wants to lay back and snuggle in, but a shower should cure that. Good morning, quite a good morning indeed.

Crystal R. Cook

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Not much of a morning person, especially in the mornings.

Not much of a morning person, especially in the mornings.

Morning came too soon today,
I wanna crawl back in my bed.
I wanna close my sleepy eyes,
and cover up my head.

There’s no rest for the weary,
at least that’s what they say.
I guess I’ll have to suck it up
and go on about my day.

I’ll make myself some coffee
just a pot or two,
then I must get started
on all I have to do.

I should tidy up the house
pay the bills now overdue,
decide what to make for dinner
and wash a load or two.

I haven’t dusted in a while
I should get that done,
no one else will do it
I guess I’m the only one.

Then again . . .

The mess will just return
later on today,
the bills are late already
what harm is one more day?

No one’s gonna starve to death
if I don’t cook and prep and bake,
they can forage in the pantry
for something they can make.

And if they truly wanted
their laundry done each day,
they’d put it in the bin
instead of where they lay.

So . . .

I’m goin’ back to bed
to close my sleepy eyes,
I’ll do it all tomorrow
when the sun begins to rise.

Crystal R. Cook