Monday night I gave my alarm clock a glance before getting into bed. Did I have something in the morning? Didn't think so. Why bother to set the alarm if I don't have to get up the next morning, right? Now that my kids are all out of the house (and I don't have a job), I have the luxury of sleeping until my body wakes up. In my mothering years, I longed for these kind of mornings. You might have guessed. I'm not a morning person.But I happen to wake up Tuesday morning way too early for me - 5:30. After an hour of just laying there, I sat up in bed and read a new book until I got good and sleepy and then settled back in to finish off my quota for a good night's sleep.
I awoke to my cell phone ringing on my bedside table at 10:15. You know that startled awake feeling. Where am I? What's going on? What day is it? Am I dreaming? Is that the phone or the alarm?
It was Jeffers Elementary school wondering where I was, if everything was OK. Suddenly, I felt like an elementary child who was playing hooky.
I immediately panicked when I realized that Tuesday mornings are my mornings to meet with my little Kids Hope girl at 8:45. I felt terrible. Blundering sleepily through my words of apology, Mrs. Anderson, the school secretary, was very gracious and understanding, even though I'm sure I didn't make any sense over the phone.
Wow, I felt terrible. How could I totally miss that? And so I made arrangements to meet with Leah this morning and redeemed my total goof up. She was very gracious.
Morning's don't come easy for me. What about you - early bird or night owl?
