mourning morning
Sometimes I wonder if I will ever be a morning person. I mean I want to be, but I just don't ever see it happening.
Those few mornings where I peel myself from my cozy sheets & go for a run at the park gives me such a sense of joy that I feel my heart might beat out of my chest, however it's just not enough to get me up every morning. Let alone more than once a week. Hmph...
I feel like I'm getting better at this whole juggling three jobs, a social life, a family life, & the whole keeping my apartment clean life. However, I fear that I won't be able to find enough time to pack this place up & move home. Moving is such a headache. It's really the last thing in the world that I want to do. Especially moving into a place that you know you'll be moving out of once the seasons change. It gives me a headache. A big fat headache.
Tomorrow I have to peel myself out of bed at 8am to take two youngins to the zoo. These boys are three & five so I'm hoping I don't end up losing one of them or having to watch one get eaten my a lion. I mean anything is possible, really.
On that note, I'm going to finish season five of Sex & The City and get some sleep.
Speak soon!