Mondays

It's 7 a.m. and I should be in the kitchen... I'm the breakfast getter in this house. Teapot and the girls are sleeping peacefully and I haven't got the heart to wake them yet. I've decided to give them an extra 15 minutes. So that gives me a little time to post here. Why is it that on Mondays it is so difficult to get going?  I know I am not alone in this sentiment. Half the planet is of the same mind as me. All over the world (well in some places they've been there and done that and are thinking about different times of the day) there is coffee perking and tea brewing and toast popping and cereal slurping and eggs frying, while in other parts of the house there are showers spraying, and lights flicking, and transit catching, and school a learning, and jobs a starting.... It's kind of nice to know that I'm just a small part of this engine of humanity.

Breakfast is usually some sort of combination of toast and eggs with juice on the side. This morning's menu is home made whole wheat toast with butter (not margarine) and corn and cheese omelet with orange juice and tea to follow.  I  always like to send off the Daughters with a little protein drifting through their blood. I think it helps them think straight and gives them energy.

One thing I have noticed, living in the north, is that I am much more aware of how exhausting it is to get up when you know that there is still two and a half hours of dark to get through. The sun barely rises above the horizon, only about one and a half fingers... (I realize that most people don't measure the distance of the sun from the horizon by using their fingers sideways... but it works quite well here.) Actually I'm not even sure of the half it might just be one finger. It is that lingering dark that makes you want to crawl back into your bed and sleep for another hour.  Mind you, summer time, we are quite the opposite especially at the summer solstice when the sun barely dips below the horizon.

The only thing I can see in the window right now is my very scary reflection. (I haven't brushed my hair yet and it is every which way.) I'll be glad when the light returns and you can look out and see something other than your own face peering back at you.

What's next, I find myself asking. There's Valentine's Day, but Teapot and I are not really all that hung up on celebrating romance that our society has.... well... romanticized. I mean, I'm all for romance but sometimes I think we blow it out of proportion and give romance such a high standard that its hard for anyone to find that kind of romance. To me romance is feeling your husband's hand grasp yours in the middle of  the night after 19 years of marriage. It is the quiet moments that remind you of love. You see I'm not hard to please on Valentine's Day. I think the most romantic thing I've ever heard is what a friend of my mother told us after her husband passed away. She told us the her husband in the last lucid moments before he died looked her straight in the eye and said, "For all these years, my dear, I've have been very fond of you." They had been married for 60 something years. "Very fond" may seem lame to you but it is those soft moments in life when something special passes between two people that brings romance to life.

So what is next?  Well, I'm off to get those eggs a cooking and once everyone has left for the day I'm back to my level 4 homework... One question down and a whole lot left to go.

I guess Monday' are best when you have a focus.