Not sure what a mombie is?
Have you seen any zombie film ever made? Picture that blank stare and slow walk of a zombie. Attach your choice of a mom’s face and put a diaper in one hand and a toddler at her side. Imagine a night of interrupted sleep, only to wake up (way too early) to a whiny toddler who desperately thinks it’s “morning time.” Factor in an accidental late bedtime due to being sucked in by AirBnB the night before, and there you have it.
Okay, so maybe not all days are like this…
Some days I actually wake up refreshed and ready for the daily grind, or at least ready for the super loud sound of my coffee beans grinding. These are far and few in between, but they are amazing, nonetheless. Today, however, is not one of those glorious days.
Today is a definitely a mombie day.
Now, there’s always a chance that after I have my coffee I’ll feel a bit more “with it,” but I usually don’t get my hopes up too high. Further, as I sit here while my kids eat their cereal and oatmeal that I prepared to their exact liking, I think about all the other people in our village that are probably still sleeping. I can’t help it. I’m jealous of them everyday, even though I don’t really know whether or not they’re sleeping. I just have to assume that no one else’s kids wake up at the crack of dawn, because if they did I wouldn’t be sitting here trying to wake up myself.
Here’s my logic…again, welcome to my brain. It’s a mess sometimes.
Clearly, if all of Germany was awake, I’d already be getting ready for the day because that would mean my 9am play date would be starting at 8am and lunch would be at 10am…and so on. If everyone’s days were beginning so early, then certainly everyone’s daily schedules would be earlier, too, right? I’m sure my logic seems skewed, but to me, it makes the most perfect sense.
I know they are still tired…I just know it.
Anyway, despite the views of my two little offspring, time is time and it is not going to change to cater to their schedules. And by schedules, I mean their desire to get out of bed so that they can…you guessed it…lay on the couch and watch a show. It’s Paw Patrol today. I say that as if it’s been anything different for the past month, but I will admit, when it’s that early I couldn’t care less what they do with their time. As long as I can make (and maybe even drink) my coffee or, perhaps, waste time on Facebook and Words With Friends for a few minutes…they can do whatever they want!
Not that it lasts long…
Before I know it they’ll be hungry. WHY!?! I mean, I know why…they haven’t eaten since supper the night before and they need energy to be obnoxious all day long, obviously. (I love them, really.) But, seriously, let me at least make my coffee…that’s all I ask.
Speaking of coffee…
Sometimes I wonder why this darn beverage is so important to me. Then, there’s that morning (like today) when I purposely wait to have coffee, because I know I’m meeting friends for a play date at a café soon and will have my coffee while I’m there.
Just need to get out of the house
It’s usually about the time I’m getting the kids and myself dressed that I feel the undeniable urge to scream in frustration because one of the kids (namely, Zoe) is arguing about her outfit for the day. I’m all for letting my kids make choices, but if we’re leaving the house her clothes will match…I don’t think that’s too much to ask. Then, the headache hits…the full on, all-over-your-head, pulsating headache.
I think, wait a minute, am I sick?
I do the fever test (that I made up for myself); keep my head straight and move my eyes to the left and right…okay, that doesn’t hurt, no fever…what then?
Right. Caffeine. Shoot.
What’s a mombie to do? It’s only 6:54am and my coffee date is not for at least two hours. Do I suffer through this annoying headache or give in and make a cup of coffee? I’m not going to lie, usually, I give in and have my caffeine, but today I will persevere. I can do this…as I glance up at my coffee machine like it’s the enemy. I’ve mombied before and I can mombie again…and again…and again.
