Where one last snuggle is needed
Mornings, sometimes, are impossibly difficult. I wake up impossibly early because I need to work out
because, if I don’t, the voices in my head turn their whispers into screams and I spend the day at work huddled in a corner asking “is it safe?”. This would be fine if I went to bed at a decent hour, or if I would just stay asleep. Alas, too often, my brain will wake me up at 2 in the morning with a pressing matter, leaving me no choice but to look up the tagteam partners of Marty Jannetty when he was with the WWF on the iPhone1.
So, I wake up, impossibly early. I walk the dogs, and then I work out. I end the workout on the typical post-workout-high. But, that high is short-lived because, as soon as I’m done, I start getting ready for work. I head into the shower and
play with myself shave my head,2 and then I get dressed. With any luck, I get downstairs without looking a single one of my family-members in the eye. It’s not that I don’t want to look any of my family-members in the eye . . . it’s just that, if I don’t, it means that everybody is asleep. And that’s for the best.
But, things rarely work out like that. Typically, I leave the shower to find two wide-awake toddlers . . . so I change some diapers and get dressed. Usually, I leave the house with two kids transfixed to the TV, watching Curious George.
Some mornings, though, George’s antics simply aren’t enough to distract my little bundles of joy as I leave the bedroom, and the “daddy’s leaving” crying starts. And there really is nothing worse than leaving the house to go somewhere that, quite frankly, you don’t want to go (but have to), as your children are loudly protesting that you should stay home & play with them.
This morning, I feared, was one of those mornings. As soon as I started to work my way to the door, CJ started whining. I was running just a few minutes early, so I went to lie down in bed (because it feels good to lie down in bed — see my previous writing about the fact that I don’t get to do nearly enough of this). CJ, simply, looked at me and smiled as he cuddled between me & Duffy. When it was actually time to go, I managed to get up & about without a tear.
It seems he just needed one last snuggle before I left.