In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “New Dawn.”
I set my alarm at 5:55am. Monday to saturday. Every week.
I was all excited yesterday, as I finally feel good enough to go for a run! I felt like Rocky when he made it up all those stairs and of course my last thoughts where about running.
For me 5:55am is getting up before or with sunset. It is very early for someone who needs a lot of sleep. If I don’t get enough sleep, I am quite grumpy and tend to snap peoples heads off.
No sleep= Don’t talk to me
This morning I heard the alarm… I also heard my daughter getting up and I thought “oh how long was it on, that Dana got up?”.
So I jumped out of bed, grabbed my running kit which was peacefully and patiently waiting next to the bed and got quietly out of the bedroom to see Dana in full school uniform.
I was a bit baffled and asked, why she was already dressed and she said “it is 6:20!”
Stupid mommy left the telephone downstairs instead on the stairs and overheard it!!!
I SLEPT IN!!! I still feel like a hedgehog who was woken up against his will, now sitting here in front of the notebook in pyjama, unwashed, waiting for a smoothie.
Well I couldn’t have went anyway (aaaaah smoothie just arrived), as it is storming out site. What good would it do, when I go for a run and my 43kg (I am a short ass, hence the light weight, so no worries) frame gets blown away or worse gets hit by a falling branch. Yeah nice image, me bringing my little Miss Mouse to school, with a wounded head and/or black eye.
Okay, me and my foul moode, we should get a move on, BIG LONG SIGH AGAIN…