The 5 Stages Of Waking Up Before 6am With Beatrice
1. Denial: That's not her calling me. That's a voice inside the dream that I'm having. The dream has only just begun. Also, if I can't see her, she must not be awake.
2. Anger: I just went to sleep! I'm tired! Why can't she understand that I stayed up very late doing suspicious and/or minimally useful things? Why does she make me suffer?
3. Bargaining: Oh my god, if she rolls over and goes back to sleep I will buy her a pony. I will go to sleep earlier and wake up at 4:30 every morning to make her biscuits from scratch. I will buy her a pony.
4. Depression: This is going to be the worst day ever. Tomorrow will be, too. I never ask for anything from anybody and all I want to do is lay here. I'm not hurting anyone. I don't even want money or candy. Everything in my life is small and sad.
5. Acceptance: When I take her from her crib she is warm and soft and bready. She fits herself into me. I am tired, but I like this better than not-this.
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Thankfully, she doesn't often wake up this early.
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It'd be remiss not to mention one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets.
2. Anger: I just went to sleep! I'm tired! Why can't she understand that I stayed up very late doing suspicious and/or minimally useful things? Why does she make me suffer?
3. Bargaining: Oh my god, if she rolls over and goes back to sleep I will buy her a pony. I will go to sleep earlier and wake up at 4:30 every morning to make her biscuits from scratch. I will buy her a pony.
4. Depression: This is going to be the worst day ever. Tomorrow will be, too. I never ask for anything from anybody and all I want to do is lay here. I'm not hurting anyone. I don't even want money or candy. Everything in my life is small and sad.
5. Acceptance: When I take her from her crib she is warm and soft and bready. She fits herself into me. I am tired, but I like this better than not-this.
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Thankfully, she doesn't often wake up this early.
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It'd be remiss not to mention one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets.
1 Comments:
I LOVE this post!
This morning Oona woke up at 5:30 and was grunting and doing her vowel sound yelling. I just layed there telling myself I was still sleeping, i was getting rest... until finally i just rolled over and she saw me open my eyes and gave out a huge sigh and gum filled smile. Aww!
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