This morning I awoke at what we refer to in my family as “the butt crack of dawn,” only to hear that my five year old was already awake. (He’s the only early bird in a family of night owls). I felt like a teenager trying to sneak out of the house as I got dressed in the dark, crept through the hallways, and tip-toed down the creaking staircase. I didn’t brush my teeth for fear the running water would alert him to my presence – lest he want to come downstairs before I’ve had my morning dose of coffee. I’m not a happy person before coffee. Since when did I become the child in this scenario? My deception lasted all of 15 minutes.
Nathaniel doesn’t need a “wake up period.” He gets out of bed ready to go for the day. He is chipper and full of questions. The sort of thing a night owl like me finds very annoying. This morning he woke with the question of how my make-up (Kaboodle) case was made. I told him it was probably made in a factory by big machines. That wasn’t good enough of course. “Mom, you should get online and type it in. Then you should go to Dirty Jobs. I bet Mike Rowe would know.” Because according to my five year old, Mike Rowe (who is, next to Daddy, his hero) knows everything. I bet even Mike Rowe would be stumped by a five year old early bird at the butt crack of dawn with no coffee.
And because every post is better with a picture, here is a wonderful group of ladies I was able to photograph on Monday. This is the 2010-2011 Board for PWOC Fort Lewis. Such awesome girls. We had a lot of fun in our short time together.