All is quiet. You are sitting there, minding your own business. Suddenly, with very little or no warning, you feel it. It rises up inside you like with a tidal wave of force, no holding it back. Your eyes close unbiddenly. You are sneezing, and there is no way around it.
Why am I writing about sneezes, you ask, and rightly so? The two giant sneezes I had at 11:30 PM last night, after I had been sleeping for an hour. They came on for no apparent reason and sat me straight up in bed. The two giant sneezes my husband had this morning as he made his breakfast, also no apparent reason. This got us talking about sneezes, their power, their slight terror, the weirdness and yet great efficiency they have.
As He designed us, God must have been thinking of how to get rid of foreign objects that happened to come our way. And He came up with a sneeze. Brilliant. I love it. There are so many bizarre and wonderful things God has created. Long giraffe necks, chameleons that change color, prickly squash to keep pests away.
If you are brave, take the survey below. There are all kinds of sneezers out there…..my husband and I are definitely the loud and scary kind.
She lay blissfully dreaming, sleeping, resting……..until she wasn’t.
Knowing she had overslept as soon as she opened her eyes, she sat straight up in bed, heart pounding, feeling a bit of panic.
Quick shower, no breakfast, no tea before carpool duty.
Yep….that was my morning. And now I am throwing all caution to the wind and writing before my normal time. Just to do it. Here are my observations as I have progressed through the morning thus far:
Morning routines bring an amazing amount of comfort. Even though I am always saying that I need something new, something to change, that evidently does not apply to the morning. When I am sleepy and groggy, those little routines give a very needed propelling boost.
Without the morning routines, I stand for long moments, wondering what I am doing next. I found myself just staring at my boots this morning, not sure whether to put them on or not. When I got home from dropping my daughter at school, I ate my omelet, am currently drinking my tea. But they really don’t have the same kick they would have had earlier. Why is that? Because I am already up, forced into activity? Ahhh, the many questions of life. lol
I don’t need to do all the things I think I need to do in order to get out the door. No, I don’t need to brush my teeth, fix my sopping wet hair, drink my tea. But those small creature comforts sure do add to the morning, I must say. I felt slightly neanderthal this morning as I drove down the road. I guess it is a relief to know that if there was a giant black bear pounding his way into my home in the early morning, I could get out of the door without a long leisurely shower. 🙂
I think differently on an oversleeping morning. I feel as if I am playing catch-up to get things done, although in actuality, everything is pretty much done that needs doing. But I can’t shake that first feeling of “I’m late! I’m late!”
Anyway, there you have another one of my lists. I promise not to make this a habit. Somehow, it has helped to just observe the morning instead of feeling the morning with no words.
So, all you writers out there, take heart! Your words matter! Oh my…..I am very weird this morning. I suppose that is a side effect of oversleeping as well.
Write and let me know your best and most entertaining oversleeping story.
Have a great morning drinking your tea, your coffee, reading or writing your words,
Watch this video of one of our resident hummingbirds, and we’ll talk afterwards. Make sure to have your sound up.
Ok…..what struck you about sweet little Howard the Hummingbird? Was he content and happy, drinking his sweet nectar in the feeder? Or did he seem nervous, agitated, borderline obsessed?
Howard has declared himself the hummingbird bully of the yard. He will not allow any other birds to come near ‘his’ feeder, will body slam them if they do, and sits there giving himself a neck crick constantly looking back and forth for offenders.
What really struck me as I watch him, is that Howard is not happy with his possession. He hardly drinks, he doesn’t fly much except for his body slamming, and he seems paranoid. I feel sorry for Howard. The possession seems to own him.
So, a cautionary tale for yours and my Monday morning. I pray we can enjoy and use and appreciate the things we own, and not obsess over them.
P.S., as a side note, listen to the happy tweeting birds in the background….a peaceful juxtaposition to poor Howard.
P.S.S., I love Howard….I just wish he could relax a bit and be kind to the other guys. 🙂 Love, Lisa