Ok, I know I have a tendency to be negative about things, and I apologize to those of you who don't like negativity (which begs the question: What the heck are you doing reading this blog???) , but I guess inner Jess is sometimes a rather cynical place. I do try to put something mushy and positive in from time to time (note: see happy happy joy joy. I mean, if that's not the most positively sickening thing you've ever read then...well, you must be reading my sister's blog too. :} ). Really, my life is so amazingly wonderful that I should not have one negative thing to say ever. I mean, seriously, I love my life. As I've noted before, I have the best job ever, plus a husband who is so good to me, and a family that supports me, and kids who are simply amazing, and, I could go on and on and on... So, in the interest of showing my gratitude for a truly blessed life, I am going to try to write at least one positive thing in every blog. If, like me, you tend to say "Gack!" whenever you read too much positive crap (particularly if you tune in first thing in the morning when, let's face it, sunshiney people make you want to get out your shotgun), you can skip down to the * sign, where I will once again commence my usual cynical angst-filled diatribes.
So, today's positive point is about the incredibly wonderful news I received just the other day from my sister Steph. This is the sister, you may recall, who I think is "very cool" due to her heroic efforts to make this world a better place by putting away all the nasty, villainous, bad guys in New Mexico. Well, she has found another way to make this world a better place, and that is by bringing forth her own little mini-me to continue her valiant efforts when she retires. That's right, she's having...(drumroll please)... a BABY!!!!! I'm pretty sure I'm allowed to announce that now, right Steph? If not, everyone will be instructed to forget what they just read or face the little blinky light used by the Men In Black (oh yeah, I have some serious connections. Don't test me!). I am so excited for her, and I know she will be a wonderful mother. I haven't met Sidney yet, but it sounds like he'll be a great father, too. So, CONGRATULATIONS STEPHANIE AND SID!!!!!!!!! I will be praying for a healthy and happy pregnancy leading to a healthy and happy child!
* Ok, now back to your regularly scheduled negative diatribe. Today's topic is mornings. I don't know why exactly, but morning is by far the worst time of day for me. I do not get up easily. Basically, from the moment the alarm goes off, my body and mind enter into an epic battle over whether it's really so important to get up or if it wouldn't be better to stay in bed for, say, another five minutes. Make that ten. Perhaps an hour or two? Which is the point where my mind usually puts a foot down and says "enough already!" forcing my body to get up or risk a spontaneous lobotomy. This battle gets decidedly more difficult to win as A) my pregnant belly gets bigger and thus harder to heave off of the mattress and B) the mornings get darker and more gloomy thanks to the onset of Autumn. This morning, I was so late getting up that, when I finally did open the bedroom door, I overheard my husband giving instructions to Jacob on how to get himself ready and to the bus stop on time if I didn't make it. Very sad. And then, of course, there is the morbidly depressing thought that he probably would prefer to get himself to the bus stop rather than be accompanied by an anti-social zombie who manages little more than a grunt of acknowledgment when addressed by all the other chipper morning-loving super-mommies already waiting there. Waiter, can I have what they're having? Because somehow my coffee is not working so well anymore. Perhaps a shot of adrenaline? Anyone know where I can get a lifetime's supply?
Usually I feel better by, say, 9:00 or so. Which is better, I suppose, than my college days, when I didn't start feeling like a human until, say, dinner time. Aahhh college. Now that was the life....
