In the mornings it is like my vocal chords are paralyzed. (G-d Forbid.) How can a kitchen containing four girls be so quiet? Simple. Who has energy to talk in the morning? The best I can do is grunt.
Luckily, I am not usually up so early every morning. But when I am, it reminds me of my high school days. Wake up ten minutes before the bus comes, roll out of bed, throw on a uniform (Thank G-d for those) grab two pieces of bread to call lunch, a bowl of cereal and milk which I brought on the bus (and tried expertly to hide from the driver who refused to let me on with food), and then colapsed into a seat on the bus, to get in a few more minutes of sleep before that horrible thing we called school was upon us.
Oh, and to see the bus. Row after row- girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, one girl per seat, each with ear buds jammed in, in her own little world, and if someone dared to ask to sit down, she would grudgingly move over. No talking. Again, who has energy to talk in the mornings?
I motion for a world where grunts suffice as conversation. All we need is a different sound for everything we want to say.
"Good morning" 'grunt'.
"How are you" 'grunt'.
Maybe a friendly nod. That's about it.
It's also funny how many things are going through my head in the morning, and how so few of them ever get said. I look at a girl and think, what is she doing, why is she in my way, maybe I should nudge her along or she will be late for school. But none of those things actually get said. It's like the path between my brain and my mouth is still asleep.
Don't be fooled by this post- I really am a social person.
Reminds me of this quote: I love mornings, I just wish they would come later in the day.!!
ReplyDeleteAnd here's another good one: If people were meant to pop out of bed, we'd all sleep in toasters.!!
:) cute. Thanks for sharing.
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