Off and Running.

I woke up this morning at 4:30 and knew somewhere in the recesses of my mind that I had forgotten to do something. There was something important that required my immediate attention...AH! The trash cans were supposed to go out last night. I tiptoed outside so as not to wake anyone in the house and dragged the 2 ton cans to the road. It was freezing outside.

When I got back into bed I shivered until Andrew's sleeping form warmed be back up to human temperatures and then, in vain, tried to fall back to sleep. I didn't do so well. I find it hardest to sleep when I know that I have to be up in a very short time. Perhaps I should have just crawled back out of bed and gotten an early start on my breakfast making, but instead, my brain allowed all of the dreams I had last night to flood back into the foreground where I could torture myself by dissecting them and searching for hidden meanings. I wouldn't recommend doing that when groggy and sleep-deprived. It was unpleasant.

I floated into sleep when my alarm was just about a half hour from beeping it's obnoxious wake-up call, and when I did get out of bed for the duration, I decided that today my attitude needing a quick fix, or I would be suffering until bedtime and I would take everyone I met along with me.

So, I simply decided to have a good day. Generally, I put little stock in mind-over-matter type remedies, but I know this works. Isn't it amazing what the brain is capable of?

So here I am...one hour into my decidedly good day. I have filled my water bottle, brushed my teeth, put in a load of laundry, checked my e-mail and my Google Reader, laughed at Ben Affleck, nodded with Dr. Laura, greeted Bryan, discussed with him our breakfast options, put my daily ration of soda in the fridge, and have not cursed nature when Bryan made a diaper mess for me just minutes after his mother walked out the door. (His timing is quite unfortunate.)

I think I'll throw some chocolate chips in the pancakes this morning and DECIDE to have good days more often.