mornings plus me do not equal love

Good morning.

(No, I'm lying. It's not a good morning. This morning seriously sucks.)

(Don't mind me, that's the tired talking.)

I am just not used to this new schedule yet. Before yesterday, I could not tell you the last time I left my house before 9:00 in the morning. I'm sure those of you with kids or other early morning responsibilities are singing Cry Me a River in Justin Timberlake's beautiful falsetto even as you read this. Which is fair, I guess.

I mean, it's my fault you had babies.

Just kidding, friends. Pausespice to make coffee so to summon the nice amber...

And... here she is.

So, yesterday morning was a bit easier than today. I guess there was the novelty of the darkness that greeted me when I rolled out of bed at 6:30 and rushed through a blog post. Hubs, who had gotten his shower Monday night, crawled back into bed for a few minutes, so I had the peace and quiet of the house, my coffee (all I had to do was push the start button!) and more of the kind of moring I am used to. When I got in the shower at 7:30 7:35, I had fourty-five minutes to carefully straighten my hair, apply my make-up, and look smashing(ish) when I left the house at 8:15 8:20. I made it downtown with mere seconds to spare.

This morning has been a cluster fudge compared to all that. Hubs did not get a shower last night. We spent the earliest moments of this morning on the couch next to each other. He had claimed the laptop. I didn't care. I hate blogging with him next to me anyway.

So, 6:55. I went ahead and got in the shower.
7:10, hair in towel turban and pj's back on: started this post while hubs got in the shower (and didn't even grumble about how I used all the hot water, which I am pretty sure I did.)
7:20, started the coffee, aimed the blow dryer at my hair, brushed my teeth, put the ass end of some moisturizer from a bottle onto my face.
7:35, sat back down to finish post with my coffee in hand as hubs "hustled" around the house to get out the door.
7:54, currently sitting here composing this drivel.

Yeah. Two things.

First, why did I carefully straighten my hair and apply make-up yesterday? Are they going to expect more of the same today?

Secondly, I am aware that the majority of modern marriages end in divorce. I'm curious -- of those that do -- how many of those couples were forced to share one laptop and one bathroom? Seriously. Someone should do a study.

Eek. I need to leave in fifteen minutes. But, let's be honest.

I probably won't be out the door for at least another twenty.

(Update - 8:25 a.m. and officially running late, I realized I published this post without a title. Clearly, I signed back in to remedy the situation, and now I'm going to drive like a bat outta hell to make it downtown on time. Clearly.)