Is It Just Me?
This morning I woke up chipper, happy and energetic. The first thing I thought was “what is wrong with me?” It’s not that I always wake up grouchy — well, maybe sometimes, but I would rarely describe my wakeups with those words. I am more the-groggy- in-need-of-coffeeand- rest-on-the-sofabefore- my-day-startskind- of-person.
At breakfast, I think I irritated friends because they all looked like the good humor truck hadn’t visited them yet. I am usually more like them in the morning. Yet, I almost skipped out of the house to take out the trash.
I started to worry. Looking back, I can only remember 3 times I woke up chipper, happy and energetic. 1. When I was five, I sneaked downstairs Christmas morning to see what Santa left under the tree. I was psyched to wake everyone up at 5 a.m. to bound downstairs, only to find out that the gifts I thought were mine were for my sister.
2. The day before I gave birth, I was so full of energy that I washed down the walls in my kitchen. I guess my body was telling me to enjoy this last day before sleep deprivation set in. If I had known that the next day would change my life, I would have chosen something to do besides wash walls. I don’t think I have ever washed a wall since.
3. Vacation-time had arrived and soon I would be leaving for the beach. The day before we left I woke up happy, chipper and full of energy. I packed, hummed and called all of my friends to share the exciting news. I had my suitcases lined up at the front door. The next morning, I woke up deathly sick.
I don’t know what is in store for me tomorrow. I can only hope that my run of bad luck stops at three. Or I’m lucky that my chipper, happy and energetic self did not last the entire day.
