It's a Start

So I've been over on Instagram doing #morningthings for like ... three years? Maybe a little longer? It's something like that. The purpose from the start has been to capture a quick moment each morning basically so I can bash myself over the head later in life with little memories of simple things that are easily forgotten.

Timehop is helping with this, of course. It does a most excellent job of telling me when I was travelling for work, when the weather was amazing, and when Mila was all, "MORNINGS ARE STUPID, Y'ALL." She often declares her hatred for mornings. It's one of my favorite things about her.

But there's a thing that I've realized doesn't come across in the #morningthings. It's been consistently going on for as long as I can remember. Each and every morning, my alarm goes off and I have a 4-year old sleeping next to me. I gave up on her sleeping in her own bed (I blame this on dance and I'm not crazy for doing so). So, my alarm goes off and I have to somehow pry myself away from a tiny human who somehow grows ten sizes in the middle of the night.

It's probably appropriate to add that Mila is the big spoon and I'm the little spoon. Seriously. The kid is a cuddler, and she ALWAYS keeps a hand on me. She would put a leash on me if she could figure out how to attach one. I basically have to slither out of bed every morning and just hope that I don't wake the beast. If I wake the beast too early, I might as well cancel my first two meetings of the day because it completely screws up our morning. Mila cannot morning early. Period.

If I successfully slither out of bed without waking the beast, I'm generally good. She might show up while I'm in the shower, but that's fine. She sits down on the floor right outside the shower and stares. It used to creep me out, frankly, but now I'm just glad she's not wandering the house setting things on fire. I'd rather she focus on thinking about all of the ways she could destroy me while I have shampoo in my hair.

On lucky days, which there are many, I make it out of the shower before Mila realizes I have escaped her clutches. On those days, she generally catches me drying my hair. I can't really hear her over the blare of the hair dryer, but I sense her barreling down the hall at top speed. She busts into the bathroom with her hair flying in every direction, her pajamas unzipped just a bit (So her chest hair can breath, of course) (Seriously, check the #morningthings and #bedtimethings photos. She ALWAYS unzips her pajamas just a bit, exactly like an Italian dude who wants to make sure you see how glorious his gold chains look up against his chest fur.). She's disheveled and still a little sleepy and...

lovely.

She's really very lovely when she first wakes up.

And the first thing she does every single time she explodes onto the scene is demand to be picked up and hugged for a minute.

Every morning.

It's a darn good way to start your day.