early morning

Today I got up hours and hours before my usual time - like at maybe 7am? -_- We were supposed to go to Tucker Plantation to see the pond before the fashion shoot, but like a dummy, I didn't string together the HUGE thunderstorm the previous evening to what a mud-hole the road to the pond would be. So I tossed and turned from 4am to 5:58am, trying to go to sleep but dreading the alarm clock, alternately starving and having to pee but ignoring it. I seriously don't know how you people do it, the ones that wait for an alarm clock every morning. I would be physically sick every day and eventually keel over and die.

Of course, by 5:58 (that's what my watch said, by the glow of the flood lights Dad left on, shining through my blinds and curtain), I could finally fall back to sleep. Like, really to sleep. I was a groggy mess when the my iPod alarm shrilled its Old Telephone tone at me, but it was so pretty outside... I had to take pictures. Then, I realized - Duh, there would be no pond tour today. Woke myself up enough to play a tiny round of phone tag with April at Tucker Plantation -- then I was too hungry to go back to sleep. Must find Mom and tell her not to wake up. Which is hard to do without waking her up. (I say that as if I didn't know where she was. Correction: I knew where she was.)

So, I ended up waking Mom. Then we were both hungry. Oatmeal, I said, I want oatmeal. Nice executive decision, no diddling over options like eggs or cereal or... what else do people have for breakfast? I go downstairs while Mom takes a shower and see the previous night's coffee cake on the counter - ohhhh, cake. But I should have oatmeal.

I had to go out while the oatmeal was bubbling away. At first, it was gray, and the sun that was filtering through the clouds was white on the grass and porch. But then, all of the sudden, the clouds go away and everything goes gold. There was this beautiful contrast between the dark rainclouds and the yellow sunlight.

Can you see how the tree is covered in moss? It's so pretty.... And, to cap off my story, Mom came downstairs, and I told her that I really ought to have made eggs and had eggs and cake, because you can't eat oatmeal and cake. She thought eggs and cake sounded weird - wasn't sure about that. I think eggs and cake sounds lovely.

Moral of this story? Don't set a flipping alarm without purpose unless prepared to turn that purpose into a blog post with pictures. :D

Epilogue:

I took a nap. My brain was all fuzzy. I would be a useless person in the corporate world, the educational world, and all of the other worlds that require early rising (yes, I acknowledge their existence!). Absolutely useless.

Fin.