Thus, I've started trying to drag myself out of bed early, and setting my alarm back about 15 minutes every couple of days. What I find fascinating is that no matter how early I get up, Big Trouble is already awake and sitting on the couch watching PBS (being the
I've been feeling cranky and rather put-out that I have to get up early (while inside I know I should just be thrilled to have a job to get up for, my outside is TIRED), and as my classroom is a frightening mess, I've been going in to the school quite a bit. Apparently, all the teachers from last year were so happy to no longer have to teach math that it seems they took ALL their math materials - I'm talking old photocopies, textbook series that haven't been used for 10 years, etc. - and dumped them in my room. This week has been spent digging through everything, boxing up all the junk, and sending it to the vast abyss of storage.
When I got up yesterday and shuffled into the kitchen, Big Trouble followed me. He stood in the doorway and announced with shining eyes and a supremely happy voice, "I love it when the light looks like this - it makes the whole kitchen orange! I wonder if the bathroom looks this way?" and he raced over to the bathroom to confirm that it, too, was bathed in orange light.
I couldn't have been more struck about what a different way this was to start the day. Instead of lamenting that I have to get up with (or before) the sun, I could cherish the way it surrounds my kitchen in soft, beautiful light that can't be seen any other time of the day, and that this is a special moment I get to share with my seven year old son.
I can't say it will make me happy about getting up at 5:30, but I'm working on it. Thanks, Big Trouble.