Early Mornings

I woke up before my alarm today. It's gotta be one of the top 5 feelings in the universe. BUT, not if it's multiple hours before. That's right 5am. Ugh. Just up and ready for the day. Well, here I come.

Yesterday I spent my entire day with 2 little people- a 4 year old named Jack and a 2 year old named Ryan. They were awesome. Though, I'm completely worn out from hours of tag, race car crashing, stroller pushing, book reading and attempts at potty training. My goodness, how do moms do it? A woman at the park asked if I was the mom or the nanny. 'NANNY!!!!' She figured, since the only people that play tag anymore are the nannies. As a mother you have to pace yourself, she said, or you wouldn't even make it to bath time. I'll remember that next time...I'm embarrassingly sore today.

In other news, Graham Greene is knocking my socks of with his short stories!

"If it was a dream it was the only dream he remembered from those years, or, if it was a story which he had elaborated at night in bed, it must have been the final effort of a poetic imagination that afterwards had been rigidly controlled. In the various services which had over the years taken him from one part of the world to another, imagination was usually a quality to be suppressed. One's job was to provide facts, to a company (import and export), a newspaper, a government department. Speculation was discouraged. Now the dreaming child was dying of the same disease as the man. He was so different from the child that it was odd to think the child would not outlive him and go on to quite a different destiny."

Here's hoping I can find a job that encourages imagination.