I’m generally a happy, peppy person.
I’m finding that I prefer 30 minutes of quiet and alone time in the morning. Not to say that I am a bear or anything (although, with the proper lack of sleep, I can achieve bear status), I just want to be alone with my thoughts.
Abuela seems determined to not let me have these 30 minutes (not that I’ve specifically asked for them). On days when I get up earlier than normal, it’s like her radar goes off and she gets up earlier too. If I get up later, she tends to already be up and waiting. And chatty.
Her: What time is it?
What I want to say: IT’S EARLIER THAN I WANT IT TO BE! WHO CARES WHAT TIME IT IS?!?
What I say: 6:30
Me: No. 6:30
Her: Where’s the cafe?
Me: I just got out here, I haven’t had a chance to make it yet.
*deep breaths, deep breaths*
Meanwhile, in my other life…
I look at the clock and it’s 8:30 and he’s still sleeping.
I look at the clock and it’s 9:30 and he’s still sleeping.
I look at the clock and it’s 9:37 and he’s still sleeping.
I can’t take it anymore. I get up. I get dressed. I walk the dog. I check my facebook. I check my email. I check the clock, it’s 10:17 and he’s still sleeping. It’s very sweet of him to give me my 30 minutes of quiet and alone time, no?
I look at the cafetera longingly…
I wake him up. Unlike me, he IS a bear. A stubborn bear who insists on making the cafe himself. So I do my best to give him 30 minutes of quiet and alone time, as long as he’s making me cafe.
Hey, at least I don’t ask him what time it is. 😉