Okay, I’ll admit it—becoming a morning person has been my weekend goal for… well, let’s just say it’s been a while. And before you judge me, we all have something we’re constantly working on, right? For me, it’s waking up early, enjoying a hot cup of chocolate (yes, hot chocolate, not coffee—don’t judge me), and getting a head start on my day like one of those super organized people you see in Instagram stories.
In my mind, it goes something like this: the alarm goes off, I gracefully hop out of bed with perfectly messy hair (the stylish kind, not the “what happened to you” kind), the house is peacefully quiet, and I sip my hot chocolate while making my to-do list for the day. Sounds amazing, right? Well, that’s not quite how things go in real life.
Here’s the reality: the alarm goes off, and instead of hopping out of bed, I hit the snooze button at least three times. By the time I finally roll out of bed, I look like I’ve been through a windstorm. Hair? A complete disaster. But it’s fine—I’ll fix it later, right? As I attempt to tiptoe to the kitchen to make my beloved hot chocolate, I hear it… the pitter-patter of little feet. And there it is—my kids, awake at the crack of dawn, as if they have some internal radar that tells them, “Mom’s up, let’s go!”
So, there goes my peaceful morning. Suddenly, my to-do list consists of getting breakfast ready, answering a million questions (because kids are walking question machines), and negotiating peace treaties over who gets the blue bowl. Hot chocolate? Yeah, I sip it between requests for juice and cleaning up cereal spills. Peaceful morning? Not exactly.
But every weekend, without fail, I set the same goal: this will be the weekend I become a morning person. I keep telling myself that one day, I’ll wake up early, have my hot chocolate in peace, and maybe even get through my to-do list before the kids wake up. Maybe next weekend will be the one. Or the next one after that.
Until then, I’ll keep hitting snooze, chasing the elusive dream of being a morning person, and laughing at the chaos that comes with trying.
Be well until next time.
