NOT a morning person.

Sometimes I feel like the cactus above. I'm totally prickly on the outside, but on the inside I am actually sweet. I'm filled with life giving water that can help others survive. But I need to pick out all of the poisoned needles before I can share that sweet, refreshing water with anyone else. I feel like this as I look back on the way things went this morning:

Have you ever experienced a morning like I did today, where you just want to jump back in bed and sleep the day away?

Surprisingly, my morning started out great, with a kiss from my shnookums. Actually if I remember correctly it was two kisses, on two separate occasions (I must have looked cute in my sleep)... It was 6:45 in the a.m and I thought to myself, "hmm, I want some cream of wheat." John and I went to bed at, get this, 9:00 p.m last night. We are turning into old-timers. So I figured I'd gotten enough sleep.

When I left the bedroom I was still a little groggy. John had already eaten breakfast and was getting ready to leave early for work. I told him about my desire for cream of wheat right before I used the facilities. When I returned he had the milk/water already on the stove. What a sweetheart :) He asked me to do him a favor real quick on my computer, so I got on and I did something really really stupid. I forgot about the water/milk on the stove.

Anyone who knows anything about cooking knows that when milk boils, it REALLY boils. As in up and out and over and into everything! You have to watch it very carefully or disaster strikes. "Oh crap!" I yelled as I ran over to save the little that was left in the pan.

I'm pretty sure these were my exact words,

I wasn't necessarily yelling at John, but more at the universe, for treating me like this in the early morning. John looked at me with a scared sort of curiosity, though by now he's quite use to my morning grouchiness, and he headed towards the door apologizing as he went. "You know I'm not mad at you!" I said in an angry voice, contradicting myself. "Well, I'm coming home for lunch today," he said, "will you make me something special?" I grumbled something inaudible and he left.

Why do I treat the man I love like that? With poisonous pricklies instead of sweet, lovely, and refreshing water. I honestly wasn't mad at him, yet I was such a brat. I have realized that I'm terrible at expressing my emotions because half the time I don't even know why I'm feeling a certain way. Is that normal? Is it like some hormonal girl thing? How do I get rid of all those prickly spikes?

I think a lot of it has to do with my attitude. In reality, I know that I am in control of my emotions, but for some reason, I let myself get carried away too quickly. I end up hurting the people I love when in all honestly they are the last people in the world that I want to hurt. I need to remember that it's a conscious decision. Think positive!

I apologized to John, and the good news is–he still loves me! I'm a pretty lucky girl :)

In other news: I haven't done any homework this week, oops. Yesterday was our two year engagement anniversary, meaning John proposed exactly two years ago on Feb 15. I spent the day doing laundry at Erica's and we took futball (dog) for a walk. John was working.

I got some cool pictures:

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Steff said...

I used to be like that...but then I stopped eating sugar!

Of course there are certain mornings, because I too am NOT a morning person.

Sara T. said...

Yeah, I'm usually pretty good at keeping things in perspective during the day. But I'm a grouch in the mornings.

I don't know if I could stop eating sugar (as I stuff two candy hearts in my mouth). But maybe I could cut back on it, to see if it makes a difference. How long did it take for you to notice a difference?

Mom said...

I love you, Sara! And I know John loves you, too. Your experience this morning was difficult, but you are learning from it. And it's probably preparing you for later in life when you have to deal with something much more difficult on a bigger scale. Life can get pretty complicated. But you are blessed to have a husband who loves you and is a patient person. We all learn as we go, and you'll figure it out. I have faith in you!

Mom said...

P.S. Your pictures are gorgeous!!