On a good morning, it takes me considerable time to wake up. My corporeal form may rise from my bed and begin gadding about at 8:00, but it is fueled not by conscious thought but rather involuntary muscle movements and instinct. I don't actually achieve consciousness some time after that. I bring this up because … Continue reading Year 2, Day 341
I woke up this morning to the sound of Jaclyn telling me she was going to the gym (it was 5:30 AM). Despite being barely conscious, I still recognized how absolutely insane it is to get up for ANYTHING that early in the morning but hey, you do you, Jaclyn. I woke up AGAIN to … Continue reading Year 2, Day 326
The older he gets, the more aware Miles becomes of daily routines around the house. For instance, he may not understand exactly what motivates me to get out of bed yet, but he is starting to grasp what I need once I do decide to get up. Mornings like today, when Miles is out of … Continue reading Year 2, Day 285
Today is my FORTIETH birthday, and while I'm not always big on celebrating this sort of thing (last weekend not withstanding), there was absolutely no way I would've rather woken up today than hearing Miles merrily singing, "Haaa-bee deh do-doo! Haaa-bee deh do-doo!" as he walked into our bedroom this morning.
Jaclyn and Miles have both been a bit under the weather this week, so it was no surprise when both of them were still asleep this morning well beyond the point that any alarm clocks went off. Jaclyn agreed to take Miles to daycare later on, and I headed out the door. I tried to … Continue reading Year 2, Day 205
Summer is always the busiest time at work for me, and August always brings an additional level of "crunch time" with them. With this in mind, Jaclyn's been taking Miles to daycare in the morning and, on some days, even picking him up. While I can't deny that this is a big help for me … Continue reading Year 2, Day 176
In my experience, one of the harshest lessons of getting older has always been a persistently growing reluctance to get out of bed in the morning. When I was younger, I always thought there was a point where I would just adapt (or at least resign myself to the fact that I was never going … Continue reading Year 2, Day 149