Taste of my Own Medicine
On the days I don't work out of the home, I try to get up a little before 5AM so I can get started on my day. I found that I am much less cranky waking up early instead of staying up late. It usully works, and I can get at least 2 hours of some good solid work, either sewing or computer time. I can also get to my coffee much and enjoy it without interruption...you know how good those uninterrupted java moments can be, especially as the sun is coming up. :)
This morning isn't quite as successful. Rafaella has been up with me. Though in her crib near this computer, she is laying down and peeking through the slats of the crib, making sure I don't get up from it. As you can imagine, I have gotten up to sneak away several times since 5 am, only to be called back.
I am writing in the dark to keep her thinking that she needs to sleep. She will be cranky if she doesn't, and before I starting writing I even attempted to knit by the light of the computer screen, but darnit, it's not working for me...I am only a 1 yr knitter after all, and can't knit without looking.
I don't even know why I am not surprised to have a child with my same schedule. I surely have my Mother's , who is up most nights developing recipes and watching home and garden and food shows. She is accustomed to calling me at around midnight my time (east coast), and we talk until it is midnight her time (west coast). It's a sickness, and I think my daughter has it.
Greg has actually been laughing in his boots. This special daughter of mine has me running for my money, with a stubborn streak so long and a mischievous smile that can fool her father. He says that she acts just like me, and sometimes I have to really question how naughty I have been to Greg all of these years. Me? Stubborn and Sassy? I really don't think so, but he tells me otherwise. And that is why, he says, he is totally not phased by our princess.
I do have to admit, that sometimes when I look at her, I feel like I am looking at a picture of myself. She has much of Greg with her, she is definitely half-caucasian ;) ...but the expressions in her eyes, the way she cocks her head, the way she stands with her hands on her hips (haha!) or sometimes the way she smiles reminds me of those photographs my mother took of me as a child.
I think I have an exciting road ahead of me.
This morning isn't quite as successful. Rafaella has been up with me. Though in her crib near this computer, she is laying down and peeking through the slats of the crib, making sure I don't get up from it. As you can imagine, I have gotten up to sneak away several times since 5 am, only to be called back.
I am writing in the dark to keep her thinking that she needs to sleep. She will be cranky if she doesn't, and before I starting writing I even attempted to knit by the light of the computer screen, but darnit, it's not working for me...I am only a 1 yr knitter after all, and can't knit without looking.
I don't even know why I am not surprised to have a child with my same schedule. I surely have my Mother's , who is up most nights developing recipes and watching home and garden and food shows. She is accustomed to calling me at around midnight my time (east coast), and we talk until it is midnight her time (west coast). It's a sickness, and I think my daughter has it.
Greg has actually been laughing in his boots. This special daughter of mine has me running for my money, with a stubborn streak so long and a mischievous smile that can fool her father. He says that she acts just like me, and sometimes I have to really question how naughty I have been to Greg all of these years. Me? Stubborn and Sassy? I really don't think so, but he tells me otherwise. And that is why, he says, he is totally not phased by our princess.
I do have to admit, that sometimes when I look at her, I feel like I am looking at a picture of myself. She has much of Greg with her, she is definitely half-caucasian ;) ...but the expressions in her eyes, the way she cocks her head, the way she stands with her hands on her hips (haha!) or sometimes the way she smiles reminds me of those photographs my mother took of me as a child.
I think I have an exciting road ahead of me.
Much love, Tif Johnson...written at 7:06 AM
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