When the Morning Comes

Proceed with caution, VERY whiny post.  (You should probably just skip it altogether.)

I think most people try to envision themselves as low maintenance, flexible people.  I know some people actually are.  While I try to appear this way, and sometimes fool myself into thinking I am, I must admit that there are some areas of mine that will never be low maintenance or flexible.  Since we have had children I have learned to loathe early mornings.  Most mornings Jeff gets up with the kids at six and I get to sleep until seven.  I can do this, while I would prefer sleeping in til 7:30 ish, I can do 7.  What I can't handle is the weekends.  Jeff is really great about getting the kids at least one if not more then one day of the weekend, but occasionally there are days, like today where I take the load.  I have tried to do it with a happy heart, or at least not be grumpy, but I really hate these days.  I don't even know why an hour would make all the difference.  I think a lot of it is the waiting around for Jeff to wake up.  It makes me very conscious of each and every minuet.  I am more of a get up and go kind of girl so I don't like waiting around doing nothing.  Some study or other suggests that it is better to wake up everyday with the same routine then to sleep in at all; that your body does better with the routine then the additional hours you get from sleeping in.   Either way I am super crabby on these days.  I hate these days.  This becomes a big problem on Sundays cause I start to hate Sundays and associate crabby with Sunday.