Certain things about mornings just do not typically appeal to me. Let me rephrase that, if you look at me, talk to me or if you even think about touching me in the first hour of the morning I am not responsible for any actions that may ensue. To give you some background, I overheard my father providing my husband with a verbal disclaimer regarding my morning ‘activities’ before we moved in together. He followed by, “You have her in the mornings now; that is one thing I won’t miss.” Although my Daddy loves me very much and was sad to see me go he was more than willing to pass my morning routine onto some other poor soul. Fortunately for me, that ‘Poor Soul’ loves me.
The other day I had one of those mornings again. You know, the one where you have to get out of bed (I hate those mornings). To top it all off it was Monday and I had overslept. I jumped out of bed with my usual grace and charm and hurried to gather my clothes and head to the shower. The ‘Poor Soul’ was awakened by the ranting and grumbling of the ‘creature’ he loved so dear. With a blur that could only be compared to that of a beheaded chicken I raced to beat the clock. The children were no match for my morning sprint, they were cleaned, clothed and fed before their little eyes were fully extended.
Just when I thought I was beginning to conquer the morning I looked at the clock and I should have left 5 minutes ago to get the children to school and my Me-maw’s house. As I turned to scream at the ‘Poor Soul’ I realized he had made our Daughter’s lunch, put my phone in my purse and placed it on the kitchen counter and was offering to take the children to their morning destinations. I’m not sure what got into him but, if it was not already obvious before that day it was now official. He has found a way to not only deal with the ‘Morning Creature’ but, to love her for the grump that she is.
As the ‘Poor Soul’ left the house with the children, I swiftly picked up my purse to head on my way. When I looked in the open purse I saw my phone and my phone charger, that’s odd I thought. Then I realized I had forgotten to plug my phone in overnight. The ‘Poor Soul’ had packed the charger with my phone so I could charge it at work. I don’t know what I did to deserve him but, I thank God for him every day.